Russ, Ab-Soul - Who Wants What lyrics

Yeah

I own property and land
I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalog is long
I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you diss and you get hit
That's just a part of who I am
I'm Italian, I can't help it
We love talkin' with our hands
Had to conjure up a plan
Launch a monster from a man
Your favorite singer at my crib, it's big
It's Ariana Grand'
Sayin' "Sorry" in advance
I got Paul McCartney fans
Rockin' Marni, this ain't Barneys
I'm a star, the Hardees man
Army van instead of lookin' for
A Bentley to cop 'Cause as of late
Being a rapper is the deadliest job


Why you think I got like six guns
Around the crib? Just pick one
5'6", but with a stick
I swear like I feel like 6'1"
But let me chill, death is not a joke
This ain't Wendy Will'
'Cause this Henny still got mе
Wired like Henry Hill
Vеry ill, my entrepreneurial phase is long
I out rap your favorite rapper then
Drop your girl's favorite song
Who fuckin' with me? I feel
Like Shaq on the Magic
I studied the dream, ooh, you got lucky
Hakeem plaques in countries I ain't seen
I am a money machine
Your girl like Gumby how she
Bends over, fuck me, it seems
That I've struck a nerve, I'm a boss
There's no one I'm employed by
That's why every show I do looks
Like a fuckin' Floyd fight
You're annoyed by my confidence
How beta of you
You didn't feed your wolves
So now they 'bout to take you for food
Shit, lot of people love to
Talk, from the stands, i ain't hearin' it
My J's ain't dirty
This is sand from the pyramids
Dave Mirra shit, with the bars, I'm a legend
Jennifer wouldn't fuck me, had
To garner attention, yeah
Am I ungrateful or ambitious?
Or maybe I'm both
I'm cuttin' off my crazy bitches
Or maybe I won't
It's inspirin', but tirin' too
I'm 'bout to fly her in
But I would never buy her a coupe
I don't reply to her nudes
Off the wine I get rude hired McLaren
But then I had to fire the roof
All this truth that I give
Like Paul Pierce buckets
God talks to me, I'm Will Smith
I'm all ears running i love it
Devised a plan and then I worked the strategy
Took a lot of swings to hit
This ain't the first at bat for me
Heard you mad at me, I irk you casually
What hurts you actually
Is I'm a fuckin' boss
I gave my circle salaries
This is Nipsey mixed with Kobe, yeah
I merged mentalities
Y'all got herd anatomy
I got merch in factories
Shippin' out global
Multi-million dollar mogul
Lately, I been bumpin' Roddy
Ricch and feelin' antisocial, i been vocal
(Uh) givin' gems, but I'm a Libra
So I'm givin' opals
My circle gettin' tighter now
I swear this shit's a oval
My mind is mobile, it's omnipresent
I wrote a book of my
Beliefs that people follow
Gotta call me legend
Fuck all these peasants that be hatin' on me
Shit, ask the last guy what happened
When you playin' with me one more time
Fuck all these peasants that be hatin' on me
Ask the last guy what happened
When you playin' with me, c'mon
Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it
(Why, say it)
Who wants what? Who wants what?
(Who wants what?)
Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it
(Why, say it)
If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin'
Stop playin' (Stop playin')
Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it
(Why, say it)
Who wants what? Who wants what?
(Who wants what?)
Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it
(Why, I say it, ayy)
If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin'
Stop playin' (Stop playin', man)

Know your roots and who you rootin' for
(Word) kRS Two (Uh)
I kept the intelligent movement
In route thus far (yeah)
Hope you don't mind that I do
Not like I needed approval
From you or somethin' (Nah)
I took a spoonful of the puddin'
The proof was put in, the truth is digustin'
(Yuck) your views amuse my vision
Your outlook funny
I had to enrich my sense without no money
But now we get into it
It's more than music to flow with me
I'm gonna need to see a
Quote from my quotes, that's poetry
(yeah) they know me globally
From the omens I've spoken openly
Not 'cause I pose to be what they
Told me I'm 'posed to be
Hopefully niggas get the memo and don't
Take it out of context (Uh)
We ain't on the same page
Check my table of contents stop it
I'm well read like the Nickerson Gardens
Straight out of Carson
Play your cards or get discarded
I ain't the type of artist to be disregarded
This what art is, simple as that
Shut up and rap where the lyricists at?
(Cricket chirp) How sad
Your clique ain't on top of the game
That's just a mousepad (Uh)
They want the old Soul
I can't deny my ascension
They want the branzino
But they ain't tryna go fishin'
I took the scenic route, made wrong turns
I let y'all have y'all turn
But I thought long-term so I
Can teach 'em how
Virtuous patience is, I believe that (yeah)
Remember that you can't just win
They gon' want a rematch (Uh)
A lot of people that you connect
With need to be detached
The fame may go to your head
Most of it be cap (Facts)
Mind over matter, respect the telekinetics
I move a mountain 'bout a
Mile 'cause I said it
The rapper's rapper, Black Lip
Pastor, the prophet, the God
Playin' fetch with blank checks at
The top with my dawgs who want what?
(Huh) Nobody, I'm 'bout to go potty
That shit, I'm kickin' it
But I don't know no karate
No need for cold feet
I ain't playin' no hockey
'Specially when effortlessly the
Flow is Mojave (yeah)
Underground emperor, my ring need kisses
Every move is calculated like
We teach physics
Eat a rapper, have 'em cease existence
Then catch a attitude, 'cause now
I gotta clean these dishes, soul

Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it
(Why, say it)
Who wants what? Who wants what?
(Who wants what?)
Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it
(Why, say it)
If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin'
Stop playin' (Stop playin')
Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it
(Why, say it)
Who wants what? Who wants what?
(Who wants what?)
Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it
(Why, say it)
If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin'
Stop playin' (Stop playin')