Want What I Got
Hi, I'm, Pax! I'm tryna make that cash so let me run that bag
So relax
Cuz' that life got up and downs like we gunna crash
But relax
Cuz' I ain't really started I'll be finished in a dash
But you want what I got what I have now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
I ain't really tripping on it, I bought some Nikes for that tennis with the glisten on it
I drop a couple songs a year that get no listens on it, but I ain't tripping on it
On a different topic, people steady toxic
I ain't changing up, raise a cup for the ones who stay authentic
The ones who be themselves and say things the way they meant it
I am working for that cheque, come home it's still so depressing
I'm not flexing I'm just stressing because my parents still be pressing.
Take a bike not a limousine
Bank account is in a guillotine
By myself on the mezzanine
Wildin' out get the ketamine
All them clowns just upsetting me
You know I got it why you testing me
Dissing but you never met with me
Let me tell you who I really be
Hi, I'm, Pax! I'm tryna make that cash so let me run that bag
So relax
Cuz' that life got up and downs like we gunna crash
But relax
Cuz' I ain't really started I'll be finished in a dash
But you want what I got what I have now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Hold up, I had to change up, get my name up
Switch my game up, now it's A+
They love to hate us, and I ain't famous
So it doesn't say much, time is wasted
While I'm body bagging, beats I'm cutting through them
And fuck you too if you ain't with it no Kama sutra
You ain't get it now but when I pull up put it through ya
Won't expect it from this white kid with hair
Like Pouya
I'm having nightmares in the night hallelujah
Evil thoughts like I'm sinister
I ain't leaving till I finish her
Me and you are not similar
I'm an MC not a villager
In the cut like it's vinegar
Not an album doing singulars
Doing shows until they sing with us
Fingers up cuz we don't give a fuck
Hi, I'm, Pax! I'm tryna make that cash so let me run that bag
So relax
Cuz' that life got up and downs like we gunna crash
But relax
Cuz' I ain't really started I'll be finished in a dash
But you want what I got what I have now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
So relax
Cuz' that life got up and downs like we gunna crash
But relax
Cuz' I ain't really started I'll be finished in a dash
But you want what I got what I have now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
I ain't really tripping on it, I bought some Nikes for that tennis with the glisten on it
I drop a couple songs a year that get no listens on it, but I ain't tripping on it
On a different topic, people steady toxic
I ain't changing up, raise a cup for the ones who stay authentic
The ones who be themselves and say things the way they meant it
I am working for that cheque, come home it's still so depressing
I'm not flexing I'm just stressing because my parents still be pressing.
Take a bike not a limousine
Bank account is in a guillotine
By myself on the mezzanine
Wildin' out get the ketamine
All them clowns just upsetting me
You know I got it why you testing me
Dissing but you never met with me
Let me tell you who I really be
Hi, I'm, Pax! I'm tryna make that cash so let me run that bag
So relax
Cuz' that life got up and downs like we gunna crash
But relax
Cuz' I ain't really started I'll be finished in a dash
But you want what I got what I have now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Hold up, I had to change up, get my name up
Switch my game up, now it's A+
They love to hate us, and I ain't famous
So it doesn't say much, time is wasted
While I'm body bagging, beats I'm cutting through them
And fuck you too if you ain't with it no Kama sutra
You ain't get it now but when I pull up put it through ya
Won't expect it from this white kid with hair
Like Pouya
I'm having nightmares in the night hallelujah
Evil thoughts like I'm sinister
I ain't leaving till I finish her
Me and you are not similar
I'm an MC not a villager
In the cut like it's vinegar
Not an album doing singulars
Doing shows until they sing with us
Fingers up cuz we don't give a fuck
Hi, I'm, Pax! I'm tryna make that cash so let me run that bag
So relax
Cuz' that life got up and downs like we gunna crash
But relax
Cuz' I ain't really started I'll be finished in a dash
But you want what I got what I have now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Now you mad
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Tremblay
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