WANTED ft. G2 Lyrics

On my neck that's 24

At home I got plenty more

Everyday I'm setting goals

And it's all numerical

Ain't got time for anecdotes

That's just how the story goes

You gon give me my damn space

Hit me thru a telescope

I see that you talking about loyalty

Saying you fuck wit me homie then run it up

She wanna slide to the crib and then hop on the bed

Where I keep all the money tucked

No we ain't no taking no pictures

Keep my face out of your insta

I don't mess with em thots who chasing the clout

And they only gon live for the mention

Bitch I'm in a different dimension

Like Rick and Morty moving godspeed

I think Me and G siamese

Cuz we the last of a dying breed

Showing no love show no affection

All of you blocking my blessings

Should I repent for all of my sins?

Or should I go fuck up the section?

I'ma born winner stay winning

Belt on me like Mayweather

Mike Amiri new suede leather

Black bandana on feet ok

I'ma born sinner stay sinning

Fuck out my way you should know better

Big banana wit the propeller

Go gorilla like oh shit!

All of you running your mouth

While I'm lapping you run the baton

Used to be bussin the sushi

And now its the mic guess I'm back on the job

My face on a poster I'm wanted

Like I been breaking the law

Don't get involved if you are not ready for war

Quick with the draw

On my neck that's 24

At home I got plenty more

Everyday I'm setting goals

And it's all numerical

Ain't got time for anecdotes

That's just how the story goes

You gon give me my damn space

Hit me thru a telescope

Don't kill my vibe when I'm in my zone

Got somewhere to be, no ride alongs

If I don't know you then I probably won't

So keep my name out your ig posts

We on a spaceship going home

From all these basic boring clones

Same ones that be showing love

Low key hating throwing stones

I keep a tight circle I'm an asshole

Too many fake ones with their masks on

Scheming

They will never catch me slipping even on a broken ankle

And I'm thankful, God

Prayer hands as I open my third eye

Intuition is just something part of I

Steady growth in time

Sign the checks that's the bottom line

Nothing much to it I'm just tryna dine

Don't call me when I'm eating

I'm pressing decline

Trust me when I say this

I'm getting what's mine

All of you running your mouth

While I'm lapping you run the baton

Used to be bussin the sushi

And now its the mic guess I'm back on the job

My face on a poster I'm wanted

Like I been breaking the law

Don't get involved if you are not ready for war

Quick with the draw