Wanna Bes

WANNA BES VERSE1 If you spark trees, bark please; Cus Im outside looking for those dark fiends; I hear your heart beats, and my heart bleeds; For those who went broke, and blame court fees; The fetti hustled us! Its cus we hustlers; Cop off the gram man, but never call us customers; If you talk trash, about the fetti clan; We’ll leave your daughter on the border, like a mexican; And I should mention friend; I’ll stab her in the chest again; Then notify the next of kin; Of the whole that she’s resting in; Please don’t mess wit them; Those is X’s men; Not the rapper, but the trapper, from the West Clan; We never been the type to have fake I.Ds; We down to prove that we real no matter where we be; Break beaks, like a beast, flip birds from trees; If you aint about that see; you just a wanna be; HOOK1 Verse2 If you got a rough life, than you got the right to hustle that; And give the hands to any man, that ever trys to fuck wit that; If you was born poor, you inherit the hood; And never let the privileged, stand where you stood; Point out the clown, that got his dad and his mom; And they got a good job, and bought everything they got on; But they still on the stripe, still making it hot; Still trying to chill, while you selling your rocks; Never let um rock , where you getting it ock; Cus if y’all end up getting knocked, he’s telling the cops; Theres no haven, for a raven, that aint part of your flock; No getting money, wit a dummy, who never starved on the block; You live a good life my dude; you got shit misconscrewed; It aint sick and cool; To keep skipping school; Bring you closer to the lilacs; Poser, wheres your mind at? You a wanna be crook, Stick to comic books and mind craft; HOOK2 VERSE3 These dudes out here, all they respect is fear; That Minnesota Clear, Ciggeretts and beer; What you want be? You wanna be addicted; You wanna give up your check, to me in an instant; Cus Ill take it, Fuck is you thinking? I dont chill around fiends, all these fiends given statements; FREE TRELLY Boy; My 1010 and fetti boys; Dudes, who kept it quite and did they time, without any noise; This life is hell, i don’t know why they praise it; They act like its they favorite; Then they turn around and blame it; Now its your birth place; That caught you your first case; You shouldn’t of been aloud, to sell loud in the first place; Where I come from you gotta push and scrap; If you think about pushing a pack; Thats the way it is; These cold streets are paved with bodies of Gs; Good intentions and wanna bes;