What You Need Songtext / Lyric

"Yo its on

ima put it together in ma hooded sean john sweater

So full of footageI bomb better

Don juan with some strong feathers

flying from storms to warm weather

And my long johns are gone its all pleasure

Im an umbrella just trying to keep the rain away

My training day ended with ovations

Fuck what haters say

Im made to play and I stay where gladiators lay

I stay babyfaced

stay debated while you fade to grey

I made em say -hey- this muthafucka knows what he's doing

See ive created and ive rose from the ruins

Keeping soldiers influenced by dropping hot shit

Face it im toxic my palm's clutching bombs in your cockpit

So when its on bring your chopsticks

pick up the bits and pieces

Coming for your chips and your visas

Flip the meter

stick to the script a real leader Hail cesar I can picture this shit,

real fever



'Listen up and follow the flow

we've risen up to follow the dough

that's how im living, but y'll don't now

im what you need

we don't care what you call it

it's a ball we can all afford (oslo, we've got you on it)

i'm what you need'



Everybody get up

and holler if you hear me

there's nothing but bottles here

so give em a swallow and share fairly

I solemly swear to care

clearly im out of the bottom this year

And properly prepared

living carefree

With barefeet up in the studio

see me puto rubio

Shining like a movie

future's beautiful

Coz who you know quite like me?

That's pretty unlikely

See im tight like the stripes on ma nike's (I see)

incredible im on a level with nothing better to do

than getting ahead of you

getting ready to

steady spew

letting em know now

knuckle up and go rounds

so listen up fuckers this is profound

slowdown a little bit

I guess yall don't get it coz yall are idiots

professional critcs, im gon spit at it ('.)

fucking illiterates can get the balls

no reason to get involved

cant please em all

fuck yall



I'm pretty sure that I told em before

but now i guess I've got to tell em again

You know its over when the double A flow

because aint nobody better than them



Aint no need to flatter this bastard

im the shit

spit battery acid

Picture it

ma scriptures had to be crafted

I flipped and now they're flabbergasted

cos I hit like astrix

A master

getting his ass licked

Equipped with a bag of classics

while yall are still stuck with the fits

I'll be passing traffic

With nasty habits I attack the cut

And plus I flow like the aquaduct

so back the fuck up