What You Wanted - Chris Travis

Really ain’t what niggas wanted

But fuck any nigga I’m honest

I’ll do a nigga real bad

Wait for the feds till I start running

Bitches claim that they be bad

Like Pharrel, tell that ho stop frontin'

Promoters at the shows getting mad cause my fans said they feed us like monkeys

Eating up beats since a youngin

Now I’m grown and I got more hunger

And I don’t really speak to nobody unless they offer me some money, bitch

Worry about nothing but your spot there, hold my comfort

So keep your thoughts to yourself, before I leave your head lower than your

tummy

Riding one deep cause my niggas on they own

And they know how to get nigga, fuck your opinion

Gridning for a minute, gon' grind for the century

Any nigga wanna get it

Shoot his ass like a penny

I’m the owner little nigga

You more like the tenant

Shit, I’m what the rap game been missing

Been gone from my city

Niggas think I went missing

But I’m in another city trying to make life different

So fuck whats coming out your mouth

You boys ain’t what you talk about

And shout out to the region coming out

And yeah fuck boy thats the south

Put it on my back, we back, but never left

Nigga thats a fact

And I don’t fuck with rats

I’m a snake and I like to hiss my tongue at cats