What Ya'll Want

Easter Niggas

Mami on my body, probably 'cause I look like a bag
My foot on the gas, honestly, these niggas is trash
I'm still in the lab, spliff lit, pen in my pad
I been with my dad, soakin' up game from the past
I came in a cab, then I pulled off in a Ghost
Imagine it's freezin', niggas screamin', "Take off that coat"

Wolf not a G.O.A.T., not the type be checkin' her phone
I'm here for the dome, climax, get back to my home
I'm back in my zone, .44 Magnum is chrome
I'll blast you alone, I don't care 'bout rappin' no songs
I'm actually grown, niggas tryna act like my clone
Like they made another me, these niggas trapped in they phone
I'm stuck on a flight, twenty hours, goin' to Japan
Get low with my man, actin' like the bro, you a fan
I'm only a man, niggas wanna act like I'm God
Get back in the car, back block, I'm back at the bar

Niggas went to Delaware to sell they pack out a Dodge
Bunch of pieces and a Charger, sold crack out a Dodge
Sixth floor where I had it, sold haze out the crib
Seen the toughest lose they life 'cause they was actin' too hard
See me smilin', but I'm actually scarred
Do our dirt in the city, they lock us up and send us actually far

Package never in the back of the car
Ain't no smokin' on this trip, keep that gas in a jar
It's not worth it, bodies scatter when shots surface
Funeral homes keep caskets and got hearses like I got verses

Accidental murderers act like they died on purpose

Maybach, close the curtains, Flo not a virgin
It's fuckin' everybody that listen without a condom
Never hard to find him, I'm chillin' somewhere in Harlem
Probably in the trenches, Kingdome, not at the Garden
Fifty bottles of Rosé, all these clothes is designer

Hoes see these diamonds and I'm froze when they shinin'

I pose like a gangster, set goals and went and got 'em
This the type of flow that J. Cole had to acknowledge
I'm really from the bottom, supermodels tryna swallow 'em
It's Pablo