Fuck ya want

Verse 1

You ring my phone like you tryna collect a debt,

Same hands that shook mine now point like they expect.

Pull up with a list of needs and a hollow smile,

Talkin’ loyalty like rent, like it’s due every mile.

You askin’ for a verse, you askin’ for a check,

You askin’ me to bend truth into a table at your neck.

But I been broke enough to know what hunger says,

I been rich enough to see how money misbehaves.

Don’t confuse my silence for a lack of spine,

I’m pickin’ lanes, choosin’ who I ride with and why.

Chorus

Fuck ya want? Say it loud, say it plain,

Do you want my crown, my time, my name?

If it’s clout or cash or a spotlight stain,

I ain’t trade my heart for a moment’s gain.

Fuck ya want? If it’s love or truth, step in,

If it’s smoke or rent, then tell me when.

I’m building bridges, not the kind you burn,

So tell me what you want before the tables turn.

Verse 2

Mama on the porch with a bowl and prayer,

Taught me keep your hands clean, but your mind aware.

Seen homies flip like jackets in the winter chill,

Seen brothers sell their souls for a faster thrill.

People call me "bless up," then call for favors next week,

Convenience love — it’s loud when they want and weak when they speak.

I got kids’ faces in my mind when the world gets loud,

Legacy over headlines, that’s what I vowed.

So when y’all ask me to compromise the truth,

Know the cost is higher than your Instagram-proof.

Chorus

Fuck ya want? Say it loud, say it plain,

Do you want my crown, my time, my name?

If it’s clout or cash or a spotlight stain,

I ain’t trade my heart for a moment’s gain.

Fuck ya want? If it’s love or truth, step in,

If it’s smoke or rent, then tell me when.

I’m building bridges, not the kind you burn,

So tell me what you want before the tables turn.

Bridge (spoken/sung)

I been asked to pick a side like we in a war,

But I’m tryna free my people, not collect a score.

You want receipts, I’ll show the nights I stayed awake,

The promises I kept while the industry was fake.

If your hunger’s real, bring your hands — we’ll feed it,

If your hunger’s hollow, walk on, don’t need it.

I owe the streets my truth, not a polished script,

So what you want from me? Be honest, don’t trip.

Verse 3

Some of y’all want my verse to bless your petty rise,

Some want the vibe but never ask how the sacrifice lies.

I ain’t your miracle to hang on a satin wall,

I’m grown, I’ll give advice but I won’t take the fall.

Respect the grind that birthed me, respect the cost,

The nights I lost myself, the times I thought I’d lost.

If you want me to be the image that you hype and flaunt,

Know the man behind the camera don’t perform for want.

Final Chorus (rising)

Fuck ya want? Say it loud, say it plain,

Do you want my crown, my time, my name?

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