Who Wants What - Russ, Ab-Soul

I own property and land, I’m in popular demand

'Cause the catalog is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant

If you diss and you get hit, that’s just a part of who I am

I’m Italian, I can’t help it, we love talkin' with our hands

Had to conjure up a plan, launch a monster from a man

Your favorite singer at my crib, it’s big, it’s Ariana Grand'

Sayin' «Sorry» in advance, I got Paul McCartney fans

Rockin' Marni, this ain’t Barneys, I’m a star, the Hardees man

Army van instead of lookin' for a Bentley to cop

'Cause as of late, being a rapper is the deadliest job

Why you think I got like six guns around the crib?

Just pick one

5'6″, but with a stick, I swear like I feel like 6'1″

But let me chill, death is not a joke, this ain’t Wendy Will'

'Cause this Henny still got m wired like Henry Hill

Vry ill, my entrepreneurial phase is long

I out-rap your favorite rapper then drop your girl’s favorite song

Who fuckin' with me?

I feel like Shaq on the Magic

I studied the dream, ooh, you got lucky, Hakeem

Plaques in countries I ain’t seen, I am a money machine

Your girl like Gumby how she bends over, fuck me, it seems

That I’ve struck a nerve, I’m a boss, there’s no one I’m employed by

That’s why every show I do looks like a fuckin' Floyd fight

You’re annoyed by my confidence, how beta of you

You didn’t feed your wolves, so now they 'bout to take you for food

Shit, lot of people love to talk, from the stands, I ain’t hearin' it

My J’s ain’t dirty, this is sand from the pyramids

Dave Mirra shit, with the bars, I’m a legend

Jennifer wouldn’t fuck me, had to garner attention, yeah

Am I ungrateful or ambitious?

Or maybe I’m both

I’m cuttin' off my crazy bitches or maybe I won’t

It’s inspirin', but tirin' too

I’m 'bout to fly her in, but I would never buy her a coupe

I don’t reply to her nudes, off the wine I get rude

Hired McLaren, but then I had to fire the roof

All this truth that I give like Paul Pierce buckets

God talks to me, I’m Will Smith, I’m all ears running

I love it, devised a plan and then I worked the strategy

Took a lot of swings to hit, this ain’t the first at bat for me

Heard you mad at me, I irk you casually, what hurts you actually

Is I’m a fuckin' boss, I gave my circle salaries

This is Nipsey mixed with Kobe, yeah, I merged mentalities

Y’all got herd anatomy, I got merch in factories

Shippin' out global, multi-million dollar mogul

Lately, I been bumpin' Roddy Ricch and feelin' antisocial, I been vocal (Uh)

Givin' gems, but I’m a Libra, so I’m givin' opals

My circle gettin' tighter now, I swear this shit’s a oval

My mind is mobile, it’s omnipresent

I wrote a book of my beliefs that people follow, gotta call me legend

Fuck all these peasants that be hatin' on me

Shit, ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me

One more time, fuck all these peasants that be hatin' on me

Ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me, c’mon

Who wants what?

Where, when, why, say it (Why, say it)

Who wants what?

Who wants what?

(Who wants what?)

Who wants what?

Where, when, why, say it (Why, say it)

If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin', stop playin' (Stop playin')

Who wants what?

Where, when, why, say it (Why, say it)

Who wants what?

Who wants what?

(Who wants what?)

Who wants what?

Where, when, why, say it (Why, I say it, ayy)

If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin', stop playin' (Stop playin', man)

Know your roots and who you rootin' for (Word)

KRS Two (Uh)

I kept the intelligent movement in route thus far (Yeah)

Hope you don’t mind that I do

Not like I needed approval from you or somethin' (Nah)

I took a spoonful of the puddin'

The proof was put in, the truth is digustin' (Yuck)

Your views amuse my vision, your outlook funny

I had to enrich my sense without no money

But now we get into it, it’s more than music to flow with me

I’m gonna need to see a quote from my quotes, that’s poetry (Yeah)

They know me globally, from the omens I’ve spoken openly

Not 'cause I pose to be what they told me I’m 'posed to be

Hopefully niggas get the memo and don’t take it out of context (Uh)

We ain’t on the same page, check my table of contents

Stop it, I’m well read like the Nickerson Gardens

Straight out of Carson, play your cards or get discarded

I ain’t the type of artist to be disregarded

This what art is, simple as that, shut up and rap

Where the lyricists at?

(*Cricket chirp*) How sad

Your clique ain’t on top of the game, that’s just a mousepad (Uh)

They want the old Soul, I can’t deny my ascension

They want the branzino, but they ain’t tryna go fishin'

I took the scenic route, made wrong turns, I let y’all have y’all turn

But I thought long-term so I can teach 'em how

Virtuous patience is, I believe that (Yeah)

Remember that you can’t just win, they gon' want a rematch (Uh)

A lot of people that you connect with need to be detached

The fame may go to your head, most of it be cap (Facts)

Mind over matter, respect the telekinetics

I move a mountain 'bout a mile 'cause I said it

The rapper’s rapper, Black Lip Pastor, the prophet, the God

Playin' fetch with blank checks at the top with my dawgs

Who want what?

(Huh) Nobody, I’m 'bout to go potty

That shit, I’m kickin' it, but I don’t know no karate

No need for cold feet, I ain’t playin' no hockey

'Specially when effortlessly the flow is Mojave (Yeah)

Underground emperor, my ring need kisses

Every move is calculated like we teach physics

Eat a rapper, have 'em cease existence

Then catch a attitude, 'cause now I gotta clean these dishes, Soul

Who wants what?

Where, when, why, say it (Why, say it)

Who wants what?

Who wants what?

(Who wants what?)

Who wants what?

Where, when, why, say it (Why, say it)

If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin', stop playin' (Stop playin')

Who wants what?

Where, when, why, say it (Why, say it)

Who wants what?

Who wants what?

(Who wants what?)

Who wants what?

Where, when, why, say it (Why, say it)

If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin', stop playin' (Stop playin')