Chorus:
What you need what what you need I got what you need
What what you need x 2
[Versus 1: Young Invent]
H Gang You ain't You ain't You ain't saying nothing
I ain't heard before nigga I am Young Invent
Why you think they call me the best
Nigga it's the intent
I'm he last of a dying breed, I went to plant seeds
In every realest kids mind so it won't end with me no
I presume when you have a vision like mine
You go need a telescope to see as far as my eyes
And Invent I solemnly yeah I solemnly swear
To write the spit it's illest shit I swear you'll ever hear yeah
Niggas don't hate me I can't blame you you can hate me
All you want to you can fade me all you niggas think you great me
I been putting it on my H Gang you can ask my nigga Pain/
Eddie Clocker, Gee Whyte, J Lyric Neutro maine
Everything we ever did is all for the streets
So when these niggas see me hawking they be know its for the beats
I ain't never been pretending everything I'm winnin'
Worth a quarter hundred Worth a quarter million Fuck
Chorus
What you need what what you need I got what you need
What what you need x 2
[Versus 2:Young Invent]
A raising star is what the media say
Realest nigga in the world is what the streets would say
Most loyal dependable nigga is what my team would say
Difference between me and y'all niggas any day
I made executive decisions nigga saw my way
To the top homeboy there ain't no stopping me
I taught niggas to get companies to write checks
And Taught niggas how to book shows and get connects
And taught niggas how to blow and this the thanks I get
I guess that it's true what they say leeches ain't shit
Fuck janky promoters that lie bout what they do
Claiming That They can book major acts but only booked you
Haha and in the long run I falls on the head of the crew
And since I'm king of the jungle nigga they go blame who
I'm starting to see why Karma s makes sure niggas never make
It so close to the prize but y'all niggas never taste it fucks
[Versus 3: The Doja]
Yo I'm way out in Las Vegas but never losing touch with my
Brother Young Inventa Mucho Caliente It's the Doja Doja Doja
I told ja told ja told ja listen up motherfuckas the roofs
About to Blow
What you need what what you need I got what you need
What what you need x 2
[Versus 1: Young Invent]
H Gang You ain't You ain't You ain't saying nothing
I ain't heard before nigga I am Young Invent
Why you think they call me the best
Nigga it's the intent
I'm he last of a dying breed, I went to plant seeds
In every realest kids mind so it won't end with me no
I presume when you have a vision like mine
You go need a telescope to see as far as my eyes
And Invent I solemnly yeah I solemnly swear
To write the spit it's illest shit I swear you'll ever hear yeah
Niggas don't hate me I can't blame you you can hate me
All you want to you can fade me all you niggas think you great me
I been putting it on my H Gang you can ask my nigga Pain/
Eddie Clocker, Gee Whyte, J Lyric Neutro maine
Everything we ever did is all for the streets
So when these niggas see me hawking they be know its for the beats
I ain't never been pretending everything I'm winnin'
Worth a quarter hundred Worth a quarter million Fuck
Chorus
What you need what what you need I got what you need
What what you need x 2
[Versus 2:Young Invent]
A raising star is what the media say
Realest nigga in the world is what the streets would say
Most loyal dependable nigga is what my team would say
Difference between me and y'all niggas any day
I made executive decisions nigga saw my way
To the top homeboy there ain't no stopping me
I taught niggas to get companies to write checks
And Taught niggas how to book shows and get connects
And taught niggas how to blow and this the thanks I get
I guess that it's true what they say leeches ain't shit
Fuck janky promoters that lie bout what they do
Claiming That They can book major acts but only booked you
Haha and in the long run I falls on the head of the crew
And since I'm king of the jungle nigga they go blame who
I'm starting to see why Karma s makes sure niggas never make
It so close to the prize but y'all niggas never taste it fucks
[Versus 3: The Doja]
Yo I'm way out in Las Vegas but never losing touch with my
Brother Young Inventa Mucho Caliente It's the Doja Doja Doja
I told ja told ja told ja listen up motherfuckas the roofs
About to Blow
( Young Invent )
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