Public Enemy ft. Who TF is Justin Time? Lyrics

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

The John Dillinger of my generation Police got me on the run, hey, yeah

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

The new Al Capone with a gang of outlaws And they got too many guns, hey, yeah

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

Baby face Nelson, ain't nobody else That you know would get the job done, hey, yeah

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

Pretty boy Floyd, no Mayweather Hanging out the window with the drum, oh yeah

I'm what they want

I'm a sick individual I know you fake and your character fictional

You're fearless when it's digital Bet you get scared when I'm there in the physical

You so stereotypical Do you hate me or fear what's original

Everything that I do isn't cynical Long ago, I ain't even come close to my pinnacle

How you don't know me but still got a grudge? Get out your feelings, you killing my buzz

Straight out the dirty, dirty from the mud Where we used to make a whole lot more for the buzz

Real talk these days, man, it ain't what it was If it's one of us, I'ma choose me

Did a lot of bad things, made me lose sleep You can take my biography and make a movie

This a disaster, still used to being the one that they after

People look at me like I'm the bad guy I used to hate being judged by the pastor

It doesn't matter, and I really wanna start name dropping these rappers

Anybody don't like me, the feeling's mutual It's easy to notice the pattern

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

The John Dillinger of my generation, police got me on the run

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

The new Al Capone with a gang of outlaws and they got too many guns

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

Babyface Nelson, ain't nobody else that you know would get the job done

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

Pretty boy Floyd, no Mayweather Hanging out the window with a drum

They hated on me from the jump, running and flapping their guns

The king of the mud, I feel like they came for my nuts

Cause all of these rappers my sons, but I'm number one

You can go put on the gloves if you feel like you wanna bump

Billy the Kid, I bully these bandits, I take all they money to steal all they lunch

Uh, fuck these hoes, yeah, I don't give a fuck about your old town roads

Middle fingers up every time I pose, surfing through the crowd at my sold out shows

Top of the mountain like a motherfucking goat, wanna ride this wave, gonna need you a boat

Don't cash shit but your dead ass broke, hotel fee, they don't want no smoke

I don't know what's gotten into me, been a rebel since a mini-me

You know an elephant never forgets and I will never forget the face of my enemy

I would till my hat but you copy like cats, I'm who you pretend to be

I heard what you said in your rap and that's caps, you need to keep the same energy

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

The John Dillinger of my generation, police got me on the run

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

The new Al Capone with a gang of outlaws and they got too many guns

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

Baby face Nelson, ain't nobody else that you know would get the job done

I'm what they want, I feel like public enemy number one

Pretty boy Floyd, no Mayweather hanging out the window with the drum

I'm what they want

I'm what they want