Yo What the f*ck they want from me man
What the f*ck they want from me man, me man
Yo what the f*ck they want from me man, me man
Yo what the f*ck they want from me man
Shorty never see me but she seen me last weekend and it's monday
Pile of papers lined up for a niggah what the f*ck man
How i'm spose to function, when i'm trying to run a business with my niggahz
Like we roc a fella with it, f*ck shot, jump up in my vision like conjunctive
Itis i be tryna find some place where i can hide a little
Something
Maybe i stash my cash, prolly an ounce of weed to breathe
Maybe my mind, my time, but certain shit my nigga I need
Yo What the f*ck they want from me man, what the f*ck they want from me man
Me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man
The only 3 things in life certain is death, taxes and bitches talk out of their neck on me
I can't believe that everyday my father reminding me
The block is hot, filleting niggaz, lay him down
Check my pay stubs, government like "pay me now!'
How we gon' feed them chickens now? I don't know
Yo What the f*ck they want from me man, what the f*ck they want from me man
Me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man
Unemployment woes despite the application
Still been bussing stoves from all across the nation
Google got the drop on all the cover letters
Could've Googled longer would've wrote it better
Now I'm back to bouncing bars and selling trees
Surviving this city with my ways of me
Everyday I'm scheming on some scheming schemes tryna achieve these dreams
Talking to my dad, father figure told me get a job lil nigga
Moved a half a pound to pay for MTA
At the interview, they told me "Man, I'm sorry nigga"
Well, back to doing dirt to fund my puffy ways
Couple beats a day, hella rhymes a second
Watching Lupin the 3rd, rocking back and forth
I'm on the mothership, open another fifth
We out in B-More city, trapping out the "orph"
The f*ck y'all want from me, line step habitually
Line dance and Texas tea, I'm that type of cat
Owwww!
What the Fuck They Want (feat. Bushiido Brown) Video (MV)
Performed By: Royal Clutch
Length: 3:28
Written by: Fabrice Charles, Jason Charles, Kelechi Aharanwa, Yanick Delice
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Yo What the f*ck they want from me man
What the f*ck they want from me man, me man
Yo what the f*ck they want from me man, me man
Yo what the f*ck they want from me man
Shorty never see me but she seen me last weekend and it's monday
Pile of papers lined up for a niggah what the f*ck man
How i'm spose to function, when i'm trying to run a business with my niggahz
Like we roc a fella with it, f*ck shot, jump up in my vision like conjunctive
Itis i be tryna find some place where i can hide a little
Something
Maybe i stash my cash, prolly an ounce of weed to breathe
Maybe my mind, my time, but certain shit my nigga I need
Yo What the f*ck they want from me man, what the f*ck they want from me man
Me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man
The only 3 things in life certain is death, taxes and bitches talk out of their neck on me
I can't believe that everyday my father reminding me
The block is hot, filleting niggaz, lay him down
Check my pay stubs, government like "pay me now!'
How we gon' feed them chickens now? I don't know
Yo What the f*ck they want from me man, what the f*ck they want from me man
Me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man
Unemployment woes despite the application
Still been bussing stoves from all across the nation
Google got the drop on all the cover letters
Could've Googled longer would've wrote it better
Now I'm back to bouncing bars and selling trees
Surviving this city with my ways of me
Everyday I'm scheming on some scheming schemes tryna achieve these dreams
Talking to my dad, father figure told me get a job lil nigga
Moved a half a pound to pay for MTA
At the interview, they told me "Man, I'm sorry nigga"
Well, back to doing dirt to fund my puffy ways
Couple beats a day, hella rhymes a second
Watching Lupin the 3rd, rocking back and forth
I'm on the mothership, open another fifth
We out in B-More city, trapping out the "orph"
The f*ck y'all want from me, line step habitually
Line dance and Texas tea, I'm that type of cat
Owwww!
What the f*ck they want from me man, me man
Yo what the f*ck they want from me man, me man
Yo what the f*ck they want from me man
Shorty never see me but she seen me last weekend and it's monday
Pile of papers lined up for a niggah what the f*ck man
How i'm spose to function, when i'm trying to run a business with my niggahz
Like we roc a fella with it, f*ck shot, jump up in my vision like conjunctive
Itis i be tryna find some place where i can hide a little
Something
Maybe i stash my cash, prolly an ounce of weed to breathe
Maybe my mind, my time, but certain shit my nigga I need
Yo What the f*ck they want from me man, what the f*ck they want from me man
Me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man
The only 3 things in life certain is death, taxes and bitches talk out of their neck on me
I can't believe that everyday my father reminding me
The block is hot, filleting niggaz, lay him down
Check my pay stubs, government like "pay me now!'
How we gon' feed them chickens now? I don't know
Yo What the f*ck they want from me man, what the f*ck they want from me man
Me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man, me man, yo what the f*ck they want from me man
Unemployment woes despite the application
Still been bussing stoves from all across the nation
Google got the drop on all the cover letters
Could've Googled longer would've wrote it better
Now I'm back to bouncing bars and selling trees
Surviving this city with my ways of me
Everyday I'm scheming on some scheming schemes tryna achieve these dreams
Talking to my dad, father figure told me get a job lil nigga
Moved a half a pound to pay for MTA
At the interview, they told me "Man, I'm sorry nigga"
Well, back to doing dirt to fund my puffy ways
Couple beats a day, hella rhymes a second
Watching Lupin the 3rd, rocking back and forth
I'm on the mothership, open another fifth
We out in B-More city, trapping out the "orph"
The f*ck y'all want from me, line step habitually
Line dance and Texas tea, I'm that type of cat
Owwww!
Writer: Fabrice Charles, Jason Charles, Kelechi Aharanwa, Yanick Delice
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid