BE WHAT I WANT
Kenny Mason, Paris Texas
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Okay, so you wanna get active
Don't play when I come with the action
No Klay, but I roll with the ratchet
No case when I cover my face
Fuck niggas got fused and I came in blastin'
Don't move, niggas came in packin'
My mood don't ever stay stagnant
My tool gon' forever say "Pop, pop"
On the West where you might get wasted
Wear it on the waist 'til you like my fashion
Won't rest 'til I'm havin' my way
Better get out my way 'fore you end up flattened
I'm in full sin, finger in the full clip
I'm in the pulpit speakin' to assassins
Fuck the cool shit, I wanna see madness
Fuck cool, bitch, I wanna beโ huh
I ain't duck no nigga, I adapt it
I ain't trust no nigga, I'm manic
I ain't cover no neck, I'm pickin'
I ain't puff on my chest, I'm at it
I hit the stage and the shit get mean
You hit the stage and the shit get average
Most Westside niggas don't leave
Let me tell you what it's like to be tryin' it
I can feel static in the air
I can peep the panic, I'm prepared
Screeches watchin' havoc in despair
Keep an automatic if you're scared
Keep the mod attached and watch them yell
Sweep the card and crack it like a shell
Repeat until you're back from out of Hell
Repeat until you're back from out of Hell
In the night, I can be what I want
Bitch, I like what I see when they run
I got white, I got lean
Fire inside my jeans, it's on sight
While I'm free from the sun
In the night, I can be what I want
Bitch, I like what I see when they run
I got white, I got lean
Fire inside my jeans, it's on sight
While I'm free from the sun
Pardon me for even askin'
How much longer 'til you fucks in caskets?
Gore-tex line in winter jacket
And that's just my ordinary fashion
Turns out when I speak, I happen
To have a pen as cold as Aspen
Turns out if I run this game
It's gon' be way more than them hundred-yard dashes
Paris, Texas goin' up
You see thunder, lightning get to clashin'
First they didn't give a fuck
Once they understand, they gon' bash it
Kenny bring the peace, but he no Buddhist
We plan on puttin' boot to asses
We want more blues, more cheese
Than foster homes could ever imagine
You used to do apologies, I don't do that anymore
Last time I worked nine-to-five, I think I was twenty-four
Then I said, "Fuck normalcy," wanted drugs and many whores
Devotry and many tours, drawers and panties to the floor
Paru was right next to me, I grew up 'round plenty gore
Changed my life with many board
I pull up like Dante, bitch, hit the stage with gun and sword
Hair was red like Paramore
She thought she could take the dick, then I left that coochie sore
I wear clothes like ParaNorman
I'm the evil Ali
Flow like moth and sting like hornets
Fuckin' raw in California
Abortions are still legal here
Never been a patriot
You won't find no eagles here
Left and right in corporate pockets
The ending now feels pretty clear
Hey, I'm takin' jobs and fresh water
Thank the billionaires
Revolution won't be televised
It's gon' be memed and streamed
Escapism to escapism
I be gettin' geeked
I don't know what nothin' means
In the night, I can be what I want
Bitch, I like what I see when they run
I got white, I got lean
Fire inside my jeans, it's on sight
While I'm free from the sun
In the night, I can be what I want
Bitch, I like what I see when they run
I got white, I got lean
Fire inside my jeans, it's on sight
While I'm free from the sun