NUMBER ONE FAN Video (MV)

What the f*ck do you niggaz really want?
I love you all, but on the low
Sometimes, I just wanna be alone (uh)
Lookin' at you bronies sittin' in the nosebleeds
Actin' like some fans when you really wanted smoke
What the f*ck do you niggaz really want
I'm not your hero, I'm a rapper
You need savin', see a pastor
I mean, I'm flattered but, I'm not a god, I'm a man
Some shit I'll never understand

Look, all I get is daps and hugs, some dabs and drugs
From joe schmoe's at my shows that I don't even know
Sayin' "yo, remember me when you blow"
Yeah, homie, whatever, but question: where you gon' be if I don't, huh?
The look on your face say it all
So next time you need somethin', you know who not to call
Man, I can barely count on my dawgs to soften my fall
Yet, here you go, hands out with your mouth on my balls
Bro, please, quit tellin' niggaz you know me
Yo, I rarely be on the block, you obsessed with the old me
It's no secret by now, I got a wife at home
We both laugh at the fact you act like a ho
Yet, here you go again, being weird like "remember when?"
(don't even say nothin' to me, boy!) we were never friends
I promise I won't shed a tear for this
So for one last time here it is

What the f*ck do you niggaz really want?

What the f*ck do you niggaz really want?
I love you all, but on the low
Sometimes, I just wanna be alone (uh)
Lookin' at you bronies sittin' in the nosebleeds
Actin' like some fans when you really wanted smoke
What the f*ck do you niggaz really want
I'm not your hero, I'm a rapper
You need savin', see a pastor
I mean, I'm flattered but, I'm not a god, I'm a man
Some shit I'll never understand

Y'all really tried to count me out, linin' up to watch the drought
Now you wanna pout, 'cause you see me walk with large amounts
Several commas, all accounts, used to be the king of constant cottonmouth
Now I'm sparkin' loud inside of kami house (woo)
Now if we truly livin' in the last days
Hope I go without a single roach up in my ashtray
Just tryna get the bag straight
All I need's a lifetime of weed and somethin' valeted out the batcave (vroom) dolla keep their hands held high like a cash grab
Line long as I-75 in a mad dash
Y'all was up first, look who got the last laugh
I ain't tryna brag or nothin' homie but ahh-hahh (ahh-hahh)
Couldn't have predicted this the life that I'd be livin' (and)
To tell the truth, if I was you, then I'd be livid
I made a lead crown out all the shots that y'all been missin'
So how you got the nerve to be offended?
The f*ck do you niggaz really want?

Who wanna cypher in the house tonight?
Grab the mic, everything's gonna be alright
I saywho wanna cypher in the house tonight?
Grab the mic, everything's gonna be alright (get em)
I say who wanna cypher in the house tonight?
Grab the mic, everything's gonna be alright (yo, yo, yo) ayo, all my flashy habits is from growin' up not havin' shit
Smokin' pot, but I ain't own a lot, just a bag of bricks (aha)
Young, dumb, and ashy kid, swaggerless but passionate
Lonely to the point my only homies was a pad and pen (yup)
Never owned a pair of jordans (aye), I was on the damn courts with
Nothin' but a broken dutch master and a jansport (woo, oh shit)
I was the outcast amongst my peers, I've carried that for way too many years
And nah I ain't forget y'all really tried to count me out, linin' up to watch the drought
Now you wanna pout 'cause you see me walk with large amounts
Several commas all accounts (nah, you killed that)