Wannabes ft. Shaq-A-Lack Lyrics

Yeah

They really think they doing something

Fifteen, for the pack

Three bands for the three

Everybody wanna front, huh

Everybody tryna get it off of me

But it's, but it's me and mine

Over yall

Ain't shit around here, coming free

In Theville, in the B, say the hustling

But to us yall a bunch of wannabes

(Yeah yeah yeah)

Break it down and I put it on the scale, oh well

Know it weigh up, I ain't never tell no tales

I get money every day, go to jail then post bail

Then I'm back out on the streets, if I fail, won't sellout

I been through it

I'm running up the paper like monopoly

Gotta be the greatest, cause they treat me so dishonestly

Don't promise me a thing, a lot of liars become prodigies

I learned along the way, your circle, truly a commodity

I'm riding, 63 south, on the packs

In the city keep a couple bitches mouths on my sack

I got what you want, fuck the clout on my back

When you get it out the mud, you keep the route on the stacks

I'm an asshole, they say it, cause I never trust a front

Been burned too many times, gotta keep the muscle tuff

Keep a glock in the seat, keep a 12, plus a buck

Shot, in the chamber, buddy better get your hustle up

Fifteen, for the pack

Three bands for the three

Everybody wanna front, huh

Everybody tryna get it off of me

But it's, but it's me and mine

Over yall

Ain't shit around here, coming free

In Theville, in the B, say the hustling

But to us yall a bunch of wannabes

(Yeah yeah yeah)

Lemme put you on game real quick

You a lame, ain't got fame, ain't got change, ain't got shit

And you know that your name ain't gon' rang in this bitch

If it don't make money then it don't make sense

Yeah

If he ain't adapt then he already past tense

And you knowing that we gas and we already passed him

Wannabes they need an Oscar for doing that acting

Aye, somebody call the doctor my back it be cracking

Just from moving all this weight, holding up the state

61628 fuck the damn state

Wannabes they want some beef then I pull up and clean my plate

Oh you say you real then me and Kane James go investigate

Yeah

Soon as it get hard and you stop, you a wannabe

Said your songs was hard and they not, you a wannabe

Slide on my block, you did not, you a wannabe

Said you was all on top, you don't wanna be

Said you was all up on the block, but you don't wanna be

Said you was sending all them shots, then why'd you run from me

Pop em' in his top, got it looking like a lobotomy

Only conclusion I can make is you is a wannabe

Fifteen, for the pack

Three bands for the three

Everybody wanna front, huh

Everybody tryna get it off of me

But it's, but it's me and mine

Over yall

Ain't shit around here, coming free

In Theville, in the B, say the hustling

But to us yall a bunch of wannabes

(Yeah yeah yeah)