What You Want (feat. J. Scott)

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Trevy James

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Yo J. Scott
I always said that pendulum gonna swing back around
And cats are gonna wanna hear some real, vibin', old school type shit ya know?
And I'll be damned if we're not out here when it does
So let's do this!
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Yeah, uh, check it out

I used to think that if I built it, then the fans would come
But 'Field Of Dreams' was proven wrong after my first album
Since a yout I've seen the vision of me on the stage
But the pressures of Babylon almost caused it to fade
Tryna channel 8th grade, the time I wasn't afraid
Droppin records just to have those assholes laugh in my face
Mighta deserved it cause the tunes they really weren't that great
But now I'm ill and that shit fuels me to this day
I stayed making riddims, learned how to get it bumpin'
Dropped a couple more records that didn't amount to nothing
As the years tallied up of continuing with my slumping
Society's musical identity has plunged in
To some sort of abyss, well shit, that might be it
Cause with, the way I spit, it's unlikely to craft a hit
But this, ital youth wasn't raised with the word "quit"
I'll live, forever tryna make this square peg fit uh

To my West Coast homies getting down, riding low
We sayin' we got what you want uh
And to my East Coast bredren stay with the vinyl spinning
Sayin we got what you want yeah
To my London homies bump & grind to them oldies
Sayin we got what you want a ha ha
And to my Kingston bredren getting down pon di riddim
Sayin we got what you want

I said I'd give up, if I didn't make it by 25
But of course I didn't make it, never actually tried
I'd produce all night, fill up all my hard drives 
But never showed 'em the light, I'll call those records archives
Cause I, molded this art, way tougher and harder
I built up my armor, made sure all my weapons were sharper
I had to be smarter, so that I&I could get farther
I'm tryna leave a legacy, not be remembered like Aaron Carter
Out in Vegas with the kid J. Scott
Reminiscin bout his days working in that hat shop 
And I'd, just graduated, tryna figure out life
Just happened to pass by and had our worlds collide
And now I'm back up in that city tonight
And know that now more so than ever dogg the timing is right
Cause Trevy, rip any mic, play the keys something nice
Always more than just a rapper, got more sides than a dice, homie!

To my West Coast homies getting down, riding low
We saying we got what you want uhg
And to my East Coast bredren stay with the vinyl spinning
Sayin we got what you want yeah
To my London homies bump & grind to them oldies
Sayin we got what you want a ha ha
And to my Kingston bredren getting down pon di riddim
Sayin we got what you want

It's about that time, since my decline
It just, crossed my mind that we combine
I wanna, bless y'all with these dope ass rhymes
But my peers, they just wanna go invest in the wrong lines
I'm back! Everybody gettin' cancelled
How many beats J. Scott dismantled?
All these rapper's heads just sittin' on my mantle
Raised in Vegas, why not take the gamble?
We got what you want when we're rappin'
Droppin' classics and Instagram captions
I'm here, and ain't no dismissin' me
Known for smokin' pens, like dispensaries
I'm the truth, set fire in the booth
And the youth man, their raps dryer than vermouth
I'm the best at it, so f*ck y'all
Y'all bout to deal with more bars than a club crawl

To my West Coast homies getting down, riding low
We saying we got what you want uh
And to my East Coast bredren stay with the vinyl spinning
Sayin we got what you want yeah
To my London homies bump & grind to them oldies
Sayin we got what you want a ha ha
And to my Kingston bredren getting down pon di riddim
Sayin we got what you want

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