WANNA BES
VERSE1
If you spark trees, bark please;
Cus Im outside looking for those dark fiends;
I hear your heart beats, and my heart bleeds;
For those who went broke, and blame court fees;
The fetti hustled us! Its cus we hustlers;
Cop off the gram man, but never call us customers;
If you talk trash, about the fetti clan;
We’ll leave your daughter on the border, like a mexican;
And I should mention friend; I’ll stab her in the chest again;
Then notify the next of kin; Of the whole that she’s resting in;
Please don’t mess wit them; Those is X’s men;
Not the rapper, but the trapper, from the West Clan;
We never been the type to have fake I.Ds;
We down to prove that we real no matter where we be;
Break beaks, like a beast, flip birds from trees;
If you aint about that see; you just a wanna be;
HOOK1
Verse2
If you got a rough life, than you got the right to hustle that;
And give the hands to any man, that ever trys to fuck wit that;
If you was born poor, you inherit the hood;
And never let the privileged, stand where you stood;
Point out the clown, that got his dad and his mom;
And they got a good job, and bought everything they got on;
But they still on the stripe, still making it hot;
Still trying to chill, while you selling your rocks;
Never let um rock , where you getting it ock;
Cus if y’all end up getting knocked, he’s telling the cops;
Theres no haven, for a raven, that aint part of your flock;
No getting money, wit a dummy, who never starved on the block;
You live a good life my dude; you got shit misconscrewed;
It aint sick and cool; To keep skipping school;
Bring you closer to the lilacs; Poser, wheres your mind at?
You a wanna be crook, Stick to comic books and mind craft;
HOOK2
VERSE3
These dudes out here, all they respect is fear;
That Minnesota Clear, Ciggeretts and beer;
What you want be? You wanna be addicted;
You wanna give up your check, to me in an instant;
Cus Ill take it, Fuck is you thinking?
I dont chill around fiends, all these fiends given statements;
FREE TRELLY Boy; My 1010 and fetti boys;
Dudes, who kept it quite and did they time, without any noise;
This life is hell, i don’t know why they praise it;
They act like its they favorite; Then they turn around and blame it;
Now its your birth place; That caught you your first case;
You shouldn’t of been aloud, to sell loud in the first place;
Where I come from you gotta push and scrap;
If you think about pushing a pack; Thats the way it is;
These cold streets are paved with bodies of Gs;
Good intentions and wanna bes;
