Russ, Ab-Soul – Who Wants What

Russ, Ab-Soul – Who Wants What Lyrics

Artist: Russ, Ab-Soul
Song: Who Wants What

Yeah
I own property and land, I’m in popular demand
‘Cause the catalog is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you dissin’, 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 ’round my crib, it’s big, it’s Ariana Grand
Sayin’ “Sorry” in advance, I got Paul McCartney fans

Rockin’ Marnie, this ain’t Barneys, I’m a star, to these bands
Hardly vanish, steady lookin’ for a Bentley to cop
‘Cause as of late, being a rappers is the deadliest job
Why you think I got like six guns around the crib? Just pick one

Five, six, pull the stick, I swear like I feel like 6-1
But let me chill, death is not a jokе, this ain’t Wendy Will’
‘Cause this Henny still got mе wide like Henry Hill
Very ill, my entrepreneurial phase is long

Out-rap your favorite rapper then drop your girl’s favorite song
Who ****in’ 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, **** me, it seems
Bet I 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 ****in’ 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
So enough people to talk, from the stands, I ain’t hearin’ ’em
And my J’s ain’t dirty, this is sand from the pyramids
Dave Mirror sh#t, with the bars I’m a legend

Jennifer wouldn’t **** me, had to garner her attention
Yeah, am I ungrateful or ambitious? Or maybe I’m both
I’m cuttin’ off my crazy ******* or maybe I won’t
This is 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 a 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 runnin’
I love it, divise the planet, then I work the strategy
Took a lot of swings they 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 ****in’ boss, I gave my circle salaries
This is Nipsey mixed with Kobe, yeah, I merge mentalities
Y’all got hurt 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
Givin’ gems, but I’m a Libra, so I’m givin’ opals
My circle gettin’ tight, and now, I swear this shit’s an oval

My mind is mobile, it’s omnipresent
I wrote the book of my beliefs that people follow
Gotta call me legend
**** all these peasants that be hatin’ on me, sh#t

Ask the last guy what happened when you playin’ with me
One more time
**** all these peasants that be hatin’ on me
Ask the last guy what happened when you playin’ with me

Who wants what? Where, when, why, I say it
Who wants what? Who wants what?
Who wants what? Where, when, why, I say it
If not, shut the **** up, stop playin’, stop playin’

Who wants what? Where, when, why, I say it
Who wants what? Who wants what?
Who wants what? Where, when, why, I say it
If not, shut the **** up, stop playin’, stop playin’

Know your roots and who you rootin’ for
KRS too, I kept the intelligent in movement thus far
Hope you don’t mind that I do
Not like I needed approval from you or somethin’

I took a spoonful of the puddin’
The proof was puddin’, the truth is digustin’
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
Been on my globally, from the omens I’ve spoken openly
Not ’cause I pose to be what they told me I’m ‘posed to be

Hopefully n#gg#s get the memo and don’t take it out of context
We ain’t on the same page, check my table of contents
Stop it, I’m well read like the Lakers in Garden
Straight out of incarcetion 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?… How sad
Your clique ain’t on top of the game, that’s just a mousepad

They want the old Soul, I can’t deny my ascension
They want the brand new Soul, but they ain’t tryna go fish it
I took the scenic route, made wrong turns, I let y’all have your turn
But I took long term so I can teach ’em how

Virtuous, patience says, I believe that
Remember that your ping just went, they gon’ want a rematch
A lot of people that you connect with need to be detached
The fame may go to your head, must of it be cap

Mind over matter, respect the telekinetics
I move a mountain by the mile ’cause I said it
The rappers rapper, black mint pastor, the prophet, the God
Playin’ french with blind at the top of my dawgs

Who want what? Nobody, I’m ’bout to go potty
That sh#t, 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 more

Underground emperor, my ring need kisses
Every move is calculated like we teach psychics
Either rap or have ’em seize, existed
Then catch an attitude, ’cause now I gotta clean these dishes

So
Who wants what? Where, when, why, I say it
Who wants what? Who wants what?
Who wants what? Where, when, why, I say it

If not, shut the **** up, stop playin’, stop playin’
Who wants what? Where, when, why, I say it
Who wants what? Who wants what?
Who wants what? Where, when, why, I say it

If not, shut the **** up, stop playin’, stop playin’
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Russ, Ab-Soul Lyrics – Who Wants What

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From the album:
CHOMP [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020