What Y'all Want lyrics - Joe Budden

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

I can see what they mad for, shit I would be mad too

They wouldn't acknowledge me, shit my name was taboo

Could fuck who I want now, should be my next tattoo

Passed up on your bitch, she'll settle and have you

You live in a basement, me, I'm in a castle

And since I'm a drop-out, that's my cap and tassel

Closest thing to a rockstar, my friends call me Axl

To keep it a hundred I think the credit is past due

(What y'all want)

I mean, shit's to be expected by now

When the top-tier MCs dodge, it don't annoy me

If they hearing it like I am, it ain't a shock they avoid me

(What y'all want)

Personally, I think you niggas is beat

He done battled a million times, he got yet to be beat

Signed to an M&M but it's these other niggas that's sweet

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(What y'all want)

Top down and adopted the crown and

I walk out fresh kicks and all this hatred on me

And I won't give it back, so yall gonna have to take it from me

(What y'all want)

Shoulda got this dough by now

Or should I be that nigga, I could show you how

Been a few years, figured yall would know by now

[Verse 2]

I see why they call him lame though, I would call him lame too

They wanted me out of here, but since then my fame grew

Used to be on house arrest, bracelet on my ankle

Couple million later and they shocked that I'm the same dude

Quick big up to Wu Tang, deaded all that Meth stuff

Youngin's go and look for beef, adults don't let it fester

Some of yall still judge though, still believe in Esther

Yall gonna let that ho stop yall from hearing what the best does?

Some of yall don't know no better so yall just neglect

So they'd rather compare my current girlfriend to my ex

They say I'll loose my mind if Kaylin leaves me, I digress

I think my track record should show what yall would think about my next

Counting my money like it's gonna make you some

On my dick like it's gonna make you come, bum niggas

See it from my perspective, here's a little word for you

You make enough bread, it eventually goes to work for you

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[Verse 3]

I see why they think I’m old though, I would think im old too

Reinvented mad times, I keep making old new

Now a nigga worldwide, back then I was local

And every dude yall said was better than me then is old news

Modern day present fans are fickle it's depressing

1 single, 1 album yall gone say he with the legends

The veterans be pissed when we pay mind to they selections

And the newbies get gassed every time they Jay elect them

It’s niggas with more money and less respect

To me that tomfoolery's dead, bottom line real niggas

Know what’s more important and dollars ain’t in attendance

When that eulogy said, so let’s get it clear first before

You compare them to me

Wait a couple years, make sure they don’t disappear first

It’ll save us some confusion

Everything ain’t a classic and everybody ain’t dope some of that is an illusion

The funny thing about a label push, you never know

Shit could go either way, go ahead and run along side it

End up on the wrong side of it

When your life change it could be only weeks away

I'm a result of the fans and debt in the middle man

With that logic I don’t got to rely on a good day

Did great on a label

Did greater on my own, so pick the MC of the moment and ponder could they?

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