Chris Webby - You Don't Reall yWant It lyrics

rate me

Listen to me

Learn from me

I don’ t play games, homie I don’t have time

Especially when I do this for my homes that they ain’t got time

I’mma do this for the city

Every hotline , every block, every hood, every corner, every stop sign

And I just want to get It for the days thst I was living in the hood

Grew on the North side

I was quicker than a bullet

Just admit it, somebody will come after the crown

But wtf I am here for?

Stuck in this game,can’t get out of it

I don’t have a plan, but I know one thing:

Eyes on the process, I can’t quit

I’m never gonna fail so I’m on my own shit

Got to keep going and I can’t look back

Took on a word, I didn’t sell my bac

So I ain’t faced by none of this

Cause in the reality, I love this shit

I know it’s out of meaning

But it’s really time to give it

So it’s only fair to let them know that I’m a motherfucking

You know why we come for you

So keep enjoying the show

You don’t really want it

You don’t really want it, neah

Welcome to the Hunger Games

You give up your life and get tones of fame

You see my pockets are good are you tryin’ to be chasin’?

All this bullshit and sick of the politics

All of these hoes really just want to party and have molly

I think I’m gonna stop the game

You bitches are here in my ship

But I’m not spitting any less

You can do what you wish

I ain’t stressing

Coverages just don’t give a shit

I know it’s out of meaning

But it’s really time to give it

So it’s only fair to let them know that I’m a motherfucking

You know why we come for you

So keep enjoying the show

You don’t really want it

You don’t really want it, neah

Cause I came too far to stop

I’m a monster , bitch, watch, you better call the cops

I’m the call, people be callin’ me sergent

I keep calm until I flip

Then I’m off of this bitch

Cookin’ up the East Coast dope

I’m a ghost , you can’t see me though

It’s so high nigga time

Reach me bro!

I’m feelin’ so right

No more psychotic, feelin’ my rhymes

I’m loosin’t my mind

You better hold your phone

Before you leave with a broken nose

While I sell dope I think about the overdose

Until the dark how could I save my soul?

I never had one bitch

I know it’s out of meaning

But it’s really time to give it

So it’s only fair to let them know that I’m a motherfucking

You know why we come for you

So keep enjoying the show

You don’t really want it

You don’t really want it, neah

Cause I came too far to stop

I’m a monster , bitch, watch, you better call the cops