Cam’ron, A-Trak - All I Really Wanted lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron, A-Trak - All I Really Wanted lyrics]
Ayo, A Trak we ain't want a lot, man
All we wanted was a fair shot, man
Know where I'm from the
Numbers stacked against us, man
In high school, I was on
The court getting buckets, swish
Then I started gettin' duckets, can't lie
I'm in love with this
The art of getting money, man
My motto was like "Fuck a bitch"
By time I turned thirty
I completed my own bucket list
I don't take threats lightly
Careful who you fuckin' with
Dying'll make you way more
Famous than your publicist
Love, I get to stubbin' it, my life
They wanna publish it
They ain't got enough money
So I keep dubbin' it (Adios)
Curved all the talks show, never doing Unsung
Mary J, '92, hеre's the 411
I am no dum dum, Big L, Bloodshed
Hud 6, Googlе it, forgot where I come from?
Walked around broke, hit a lick
Got a lump sum
If you wore jewelry, the wolves was like
"Yum yum" (Grr)
Way before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run, run
Tell that, pick up your face
I'm from the slums, hun'
(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes
Hood respect (All I really wanted) Clientele
In town, brown bags, a good connect
(All I really wanted) Play ball, sell drugs
Maybe get a record deal
(All I really wanted) Private jet, island
A girl with some sex appeal
Grew up around nonsense, mistrust, foolery
(yeah)
Bullets and gun smoke, murder, wake, eulogy
(RIP) niggas ain't used to me
None of you can do what me
Bad bitches move with me, usually two with me
And they love nudity, stupid
This nothin' new to me
Only thing they ask if I
Can pay they Uber fee (Sure)
Truthfully, like my shoestrings
They get loot for me
Let 'em take pictures on the
'Gram in my jewelry
Dipset, Fool's Gold, y'all drinking old gold
Diamond out the rough, man
I wrapped it up in rose gold
Real life, no lie, the game made me so cold
But it's in a stupor, sleeper, chokehold
Shout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO
Kidnap your children
You should let your ho know
Yeah, we take it too far
But these are true bars
(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes
Hood respect (All I really wanted) Clientele
In town, brown bags, a good connect
(All I really wanted) Play ball, sell drugs
Maybe get a record deal
(All I really wanted) Private jet, island
A girl with some sex appeal
Understood in my hood, that's the way we go
You know where I'm from, dog
Understood in my hood
Know what I'm sayin'? This heartfelt
That's the way we go
Real life shit, that's the way we go
Killa, A Trak, that's the way we go
Understood in my hood
A Trak, let's take 'em to church
That's the way we go
All we wanted was a fair shot, man
Know where I'm from the
Numbers stacked against us, man
In high school, I was on
The court getting buckets, swish
Then I started gettin' duckets, can't lie
I'm in love with this
The art of getting money, man
My motto was like "Fuck a bitch"
By time I turned thirty
I completed my own bucket list
I don't take threats lightly
Careful who you fuckin' with
Dying'll make you way more
Famous than your publicist
Love, I get to stubbin' it, my life
They wanna publish it
They ain't got enough money
So I keep dubbin' it (Adios)
Curved all the talks show, never doing Unsung
Mary J, '92, hеre's the 411
I am no dum dum, Big L, Bloodshed
Hud 6, Googlе it, forgot where I come from?
Walked around broke, hit a lick
Got a lump sum
If you wore jewelry, the wolves was like
"Yum yum" (Grr)
Way before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run, run
Tell that, pick up your face
I'm from the slums, hun'
(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes
Hood respect (All I really wanted) Clientele
In town, brown bags, a good connect
(All I really wanted) Play ball, sell drugs
Maybe get a record deal
(All I really wanted) Private jet, island
A girl with some sex appeal
Grew up around nonsense, mistrust, foolery
(yeah)
Bullets and gun smoke, murder, wake, eulogy
(RIP) niggas ain't used to me
None of you can do what me
Bad bitches move with me, usually two with me
And they love nudity, stupid
This nothin' new to me
Only thing they ask if I
Can pay they Uber fee (Sure)
Truthfully, like my shoestrings
They get loot for me
Let 'em take pictures on the
'Gram in my jewelry
Dipset, Fool's Gold, y'all drinking old gold
Diamond out the rough, man
I wrapped it up in rose gold
Real life, no lie, the game made me so cold
But it's in a stupor, sleeper, chokehold
Shout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO
Kidnap your children
You should let your ho know
Yeah, we take it too far
But these are true bars
(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes
Hood respect (All I really wanted) Clientele
In town, brown bags, a good connect
(All I really wanted) Play ball, sell drugs
Maybe get a record deal
(All I really wanted) Private jet, island
A girl with some sex appeal
Understood in my hood, that's the way we go
You know where I'm from, dog
Understood in my hood
Know what I'm sayin'? This heartfelt
That's the way we go
Real life shit, that's the way we go
Killa, A Trak, that's the way we go
Understood in my hood
A Trak, let's take 'em to church
That's the way we go