Want from Me

They don't want me to rap (why not)
They don't want me to trap (I don't know)
They'd rather me cook and clean up the house for a cheating lad (not me)
Like what am I worth? (Nothin')
I done put in work (damn right)
But if I rap in a trackie they're like put on a skirt (why, why?)

What do you want?
I can't do this, I can't do that
What do you want from me? (What do you want from me?)
I can't make money, can't live off mummy
What do you want from me? (From me)
I can't move bits, can't show my tits

What do you want from me?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want from me?

All I wanna do is rap
But everyone's got an opinion
My lefty shoots from the right
You'll never know his position (never)
Rappers come to mummy

And come get this tuition (they need it)
Most of these rappers are shit
Call me Cruella, I play the villain
I'm out of league for you bitches
Too overseas for you bitches

They can't fuck with my aura
Too blessed and deep for you witches
Don't talk all to these snitches (nah)
They lie in their rap its fictitious (clear)
Not adding up, suspicious (clear)
Eat them for lunch, delicious (mwah)

It was me and... in the Astra
Don't talk to me about road (nah)
If I start talking about my pussy, I bet they'd call me a hoe
But I got your man in my DMs, telling me he don't wanna go home (I don't wanna go home)
If he really knew what this mouth do, I know he wouldn't leave me alone

Cheeky And they hate that, violations, don't play that
He came back, couldn't find me, I'm a needle in a haystack
Heartless or ruthless, try me, I ain't stupid
Can't run your mouth in my car, kicked her out the car, she got the train back

They don't want me to rap (why not?)
They don't want me to trap (I don't know)
They'd rather me cook and clean up the house for a cheating lad (not me)
Like what am I worth?
I done put in work (damn right)
But if I rap in a trackie they're like put on a skirt (why, why?)

What do you want?
I can't do this, I can't do that
What do you want from me? (From me)
I can't make money, can't live off mummy
What do you want from me? (Me, me)
I can't move bits, can't show my tits

What do you want from me?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want from me? (I don't know)

But they still talk shit now
I get a new car every year
You know that I bring them whips out
'Cause I got the bits out
All the weekends that I done missed out
Off the M4 onto the slip route

I can see through the lies, so adjust your lens if I ain't next pick now
I don't read comments, so I don't comment
If I get nicked, still no comment
Nothing in common, they're all wrongens
I need a big yard, lots of foreigns
This ain't drip, my nigga is a torrent
Your girl's basic, no comment
So common, we call her Lauren

Realest in the game, bitch you must have forgotten
I'm only talking facts and the beat and they still don't want me to rap (why not?)
That nigga in your vid don't put in work, but I see him stunt in the back
Keep the same energy when you see me, I ain't ever gonna front for an app (never)
They'd rather see me in the kitchen 'cause they still don't want me to trap

Checkmate, I'm too Beth when I harm an
Send shots and give smoke and still reducing my carbon
What goes around comes back around
So don't step out of that margin
But the real ones gonna feel me, I ain't ever talking that jargon

They don't want me to rap (why not?)
They don't want me to trap (I don't know)
They'd rather me cook and clean up the house for a cheating lad (not me)
Like what am I worth?
I done put in work (damn right)
But if I rap in a trackie, they like put on a skirt (why, why?)

What do you want?
I can't do this, I can't do that
What do you want from me? (Me)
I can't make money, can't live off mummy
What do you want from me? (Me, me)
I can't move bits, can't show my tits

What do you want from me? (I don't know)
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want from me? (I don't know)