[Part I]

[Intro]

Who? Who? (Uh-uh) Who? Who?

Who? Who? (Uh-huh) Who? Who?

[Chorus]

Who? Who?

What you want from me? (Who? Who?)

Bust it down for me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want from me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want (Who? Who?)

What you, what you (Who? Who?)

What you want from me? (Who? Who?)

Bust it down for me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want from me, uh (Who? Who?)

[Verse]

Came from the jungle with hella lions

Hunted by killers with hella knives

Amputated and then villainized

But the same niggas, now we traumatized

Got my chopper singing like canary's do

Got cadavers laying on the avenue

I became a man at the age of two

When my daddy died, saw my mother cry

Every home is a victim of homicide

Fuck a role model, had to improvise

I was ill-intent and then ill-advised

By the grown niggas that I analyzed

Idolized by the souls on the internet

Fuck, I pray for their innocence

Hold the Mac like a clarinet

And I pass it to Mavo and he aim at your cranium

[Chorus]

Wow (Who?), oh (Who?), oh (Want)

What you want from me? (Who? Who?)

Bust it down for me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want from me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want (Who? Who?)

What you, what you (Who? Who?)

What you want from me? (Who? Who?)

Bust it down for me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want from me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want (Who? Who?)

What you, what you (Who? Who?)

What you, what you want from me? (Who? Who?)

Bust it down for me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want from me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want (Who? Who?)

What you, what you (Who? Who?)

What you want from me? (Who? Who?)

Bust it down for me (Who? Who?)

Tell me what you want from me (Who? Who?)

[Interlude]

Cut that bitch off!

Next Call! (Go!)

[Part II]

[Verse]

Tell me now what do you really want?

My love? Pain? A million?

Want the diamond dancing like cotillion

Or a Benz-Ride with the titties out?

I've been geeking freaking nigga, hear me out

I've been losing sleep, I've been traumatized

Under mattresses is the chopper Mac

With a couple hunnids know I keep a stash

What I really want is my innocence

Think I lost that shit back in second grade

I was only eight, tryna make a way

I see villains out, with the hand grenades

And the laser blades, and they vandalize

All the corner blocks, mommas crying out

In the jungle the young getting scrutinized

They got pale faces and a suit 'n' tie

And it's tailor made and they fresh to death

(Check the tempo, my heartbeat is infinite)

Watched our lil' brothers get militant

Tell me now, what do you really want?

Is it joy? The laughter? Your medicine?

Lace your daughter and Queen in Botega Ven

Buy the block, open bodegas, man

You want pussy and liquor? I got it, man

I'm a heathen breathing, I don't give a damn

You want buzz, love on the internet

But you're sensitive, wifing bitches and drop 'em by weekend end

I'm a Nina keeper, I'm a sinner man, I'm a Veteran

I'm the nigga shooting at the reaper man

Fuck the repercussions, give the reaper 'cussions

Took the con and quered, con and quered

[Outro]

Tell me now, what do you really want? (Who?)

Tell me now, what do you really want? (Who?)

Tell me now, what do you really want? (Who?)

Tell me now, what do you really want? (Who?)

Oh my God