Don't Need You

K-K-Kato on the track bitch

You already know I'm going all in
It ain't hard to see this is my calling
Let's just be honest, over like the past two years
I been running shit but I was only jogging
Haters steady dogging, getting information from the blogging
Kill the bullshit, you better chalk it, thinking that I lost it
I done had my mind on the prize
Back when I was sipping water from the faucet (raw shit)
I'ma fuck around and have to let it loose
I am not the tunnel to be headin' through
I'm on another motherfucking pedestal
I ain't playing with this rap shit
Where he at I'ma split his fucking head in two
Your career has been a lie
You been copping rentals back at enterprise
I ain't never had to go pretend a fly
I could pull up on a bitches inside a fucking Toyota Corolla
And I'm betting you that she go fucking get inside
I ain't even gotta make a sentence rhyme
I ain't go pretend this ain't a genocide
I ain't go pretend my nuts are minimized
I ain't go pretend that I ain't drop knowledge on you back
When I was going heavy when the menace eyes
Y'all ain't got a business mind, y'all don't see the vision I paved
If you go against the grain you're getting penalized
So you better pick a side 'fore I have to go and let the missiles fly
You know I'm only in it just to get the prize, tell 'em

I gotta get it and go
Where were you when I was broke?
Say what's a snake to a bird
Oh yeah that's dinner to go
I got no time to be lollygaggin'
I'm on a mission to blow
You niggas prayed it would never happen
I was just hoping you know

I don't really need you
(I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
Nigga I don't really need you
(I don't, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
I don't really need you

It's funny how niggas act when you down and out
Ay where the fuck were you dog when we were grinding out?
Like I ain't the shit oh you just count him out
I'm back for revenge I needed time to bounce
Back on you niggas like a new ball
Middle finger go up to a couple blogs
And a couple fuck boys talking dumb shit
When they log on they mothers laptop get a spiked bat to your jaw
And I don't give a shit if you came directly from God's dick
I hope your pilot have a seizure in the cockpit
Your plane crash, or a killer hold you hostage
Sodomize you with a broom handle or a mop stick
I hope they beat you in a mosh pit
Bash his fuckin' head with a yard stick
Oh this is what you want, you want that dark shit?
A life will leave a nigga with his heart ripped
Just a while ago it was all smiles
A bunch of fake niggas, dog I'm so proud (I'm proud of you man)
I seen you on a magazine, oh wow (congratulations)
Oh you on Warner nigga you go blow now (yeah)
When Hop said nigga fuck Funk Volume
Then you chumps stopped callin'
And a nigga had to get it on his own
And you bitches didn't bother
Had to get it from the bottom
Where the fuck were you bitch nigga?

I gotta get it and go
Where were you when I was broke?
Say what's a snake to a bird
Oh yeah that's dinner to go
I got no time to be lollygaggin'
I'm on a mission to blow
You niggas prayed it would never happen
I was just hoping you know

I don't really need you
(I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
Nigga I don't really need you
(I don't, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
I don't really need you

Yah, and these bitches actin' funny too
I know that money rules
The only thing that will comfort you
Never trust again, I'll never get that comfortable
Ain't no friends in this game, they ain't honorable
I juggle chainsaw blades in this carnival
Nigga I'm a carnivore, bone collector connoisseur
Cutting off your mother fuckin' head with a katana whore

I don't really need you
(I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
Nigga I don't really need you
(I don't, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
I don't really need you



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Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Jarren Giovanni Benton, Marcus Jamal Hopson
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