They Want More

They want more from me They want more, they want more They want more for me, more for me, nah They want more, they want more from me Ah ight They want more from me They want more, they want more They want more for me, more for me, nah They want more, they want more from me Ah ight They want more from me They want more for me They want war for me They want war with me War with me, ain't no sworn picking It ain't no cake walk, to f*ck with me Better f*ck with me the long way Cause ight I'm a f*ck with you today, like lilesco dude But fucking with me, you gone need an escort dude, or two Cause ya see, only a few, know how I do Only a handful, know how I move But oohhh This track I need platinum plaque Gold teeth, gold mouf for our plaque that's black Cause we was born with it, they mad at that They mad at the facts, cause we embrace the black The black clothes, the black skin The black hoes, the black pitch, black brother's That's my kin, the black sin The black you offend, it's ight Cause I know you thinking we gone descend If it was real, then it's worth it Knowing my descendants, gone ascend No doubt the heavy chains and shackles and boulders That weigh on they wrists and ankles and shoulders But back to reality I guess they don't care for me Nah they do, cause They want more for me More for me, more for me Sike They want more from me, more from me Ah ight They want more from me They want more, they want more They want more for me, more for me, nah They want more, they want more from me Ah ight More for me, more for you More to see, beyond the sea Ya fool, don't be blind, by the blinders too Don't leap, before knowing what kind to do Leap of faith or leap of anxiety pick between the two I guess I lie to myself, to tell the truth to you Ya see, cause you have the inside of scoops On a nigga that came from a area, inside the rural Looking at the city, from an inside of view I try to light a fire under the asses Of the ones with no passion Just to find out half of them, they talent they half-assed it To the point they spirit is like a blown gasket What can I say They gone ask, nah don't ask it What this song about What this gotta do, with anything I mean to be honest, I'm just rambling Scavenging, pen to pad, I'm paddling Ricochet ricochet, these thoughts, badminton You thinking you balling, you traveling I'm dripping with sauce cause I'm dunking it Now you is loss within it You in the place, you have sunken in They want more from me They want more, they want more They want more for me, more for me, nah They want more, they want more from me Ah ight They want more from me They want more, they want more They want more for me, more for me, nah They want more, they want more from me Ah ight I have to rap again I have to put us on I have to write this song I have to be the greatest men, to ever rap again I have to fucking win I have to give no fucks till the mothafuckin' end I'm an artist with the pen An artist with the pen An artist with the pen I'm an artist with the pen An artist with the pen An artist with the pen I'm an artist with the pen They want more from me They want more, they want more They want more for me, more for me, nah They want more, they want more from me Ah ight (One more time, one more time) They want more from me They want more, they want more They want more for me, more for me, nah They want more, they want more from me Ah ight