What You Need ft. Brudda! & Z6Saint Lyrics

Roll up

To get my heart strong

Without you

It would be all gone

Locked in

For a minute

If you do that

It would be played

Want to take you

To award shows

But you rather be

Bored home

It's ok with me

Cause we gone

Get paid either way

East side beast side

We out ran up chee chee

With my gang

Pissed me off the most

Locked up my bro

Before we got famous

I told him

If they reach

You better teach them

And then bang

Hoping you gone

Stay the same

Cause everything

Around me changing

Hard work paying off

Working out

Days on end

Getting to the paper

Hoping I can free my friends

Hoping I can feed my fam

Brudda sell a beat

Like a gram

I got what you need

I got what you need

Yes ma'am

Blood inside my eyes

But I'm still

Watching them close

Causing me pain

But I still love them

The most

Me and my brother

We embarrassed

Cause we was sharing

Our clothes

We on the bus

We on the way

To school

Just hope they don't know

Now I'm having faith yea

This ain't fear of god

But this shit essential

Mama say she

Like the pants I'm wearing

Don't know

These berry denim

She be disappointed

If she knew

Just what I did

To get them

Think she got a clue

I think she knew

Monique done raised

A menace

Free monkey out that cell

They got him

Locked in a pinch

They want my boy

To take a plea

He won't even

Say what he did

When I seen him

Damn near hopped

Up out the window

To get to the kid

My partner say

You did him too dirty

You get what you get

Roll up

To get my heart strong

Without you

It would be all gone

Locked in

For a minute

If you do that

It would be played

Want to take you

To award shows

But you rather be

Bored home

It's ok with me

Cause we gone

Get paid either way

East side beast side

We out ran up chee chee

With my gang

Pissed me off the most

Locked up my bro

Before we got famous

I told him

If they reach

You better teach them

And then bang

Hoping you gone

Stay the same

Cause everything

Around me changing

Hard work paying off

Working out

Days on end

Getting to the paper

Hoping I can free my friends

Hoping I can feed my fam

Brudda sell a beat

Like a gram

I got what you need

I got what you need

Yes ma'am