Lyrics Wants and Needs - Pham, Pham feat. Mr. Nickelz, tribes., Pham feat. Mr. Nickelz & tribes.

Wants and Needs

Put a little bit of weed in the air
Cause it always feels better when you smoking up a beretta
With some G’s in the pair
Fresh new jeans in the pair
And I swear niggas eat over here
And dinner always tastes better with a little bit of cheddar
So wherever or whenever I’m having a meal
You can bet I got some cheese over there
I ain’t acting, son, it’s real life
I’m just saying I ain’t playing
I just rap what I feel like
Not a game, I slay any bar that I make
Beat the beat up like I hit it with a steel pipe
Watch me heat up like a steel pipe in the project crib
And that’s the only heat where they live
So you know them niggas real tight
Like a cowboy’s jeans
Seems like it’s tryna kill our vibes and dreams
Yet I’m here on my new thing
Coming back from the land of the dead with a new
And the crown sits heavy on the head
But it’s better than some less, so prepare for the new king
I could care less what you think
I’m out here trying to put on
And move that work fast like I pitched it with my good arm yeah
And give 'em crazy eye, all my niggas crazy fly
We gon' do it B-I-G, that’s word to Biggie’s lazy eye
We live a crazy life, sometimes it’s even hard to breathe
And difficult to see the difference between our wants and needs
It’s always better when you
Breathe out, take in the view
I know what you’ve been through
Keep the dream alive
You know I’m better with you
I love the way you do it
I know we’ll make it through
Keep the dream alive
This for all the minds, all of mine,
Sun high, keep the top low
Shades on with a French chick
I’m playing her, liaison
For the weekend, good to be here
freak with 'em
Got three friends, now that’s sweet
I’m running game like it’s a mat meet
Got weed burning, girls dancing
Some from England, some from France and
Cuba or
Or if you know what I do to
Yo ass like you from St. Lucia
Got an Indian, kama sutra
And I give her that New York, true talk
I get silent, slide like a moonwalk
Ay, that swagger shit moves like Jagger shit
Blink, yo bitches disappear on some cloak and dagger shit
I’m a A+ nigga, I made buff average
I came up savage, witness the street marriages
Baby carriages and bullets and bye byes
Packages being packaged in the back and a sack of rice
I wish I could you you only live twice
But since that’d be a lie, then every night is my night, nigga
It’s always better when you
Breathe out, take in the view
I know what you’ve been through
Keep the dream alive
You know I’m better with you
I love the way you do it
I know we’ll make it through
Keep the dream alive
This for all the minds, for all of mine, I flex
I’ve no obsession over objects
I got a side chick, I call her sidetracks
She got a wide ass, call it IMAX
The shit so good, I last 5 tracks on a 10-song CD
Speaking of IMAX, me and her gonna make a movie
And we gonna do it all in 3D
Holla at me if you MOE
Straight for real, paper chasing, paper kill
You got labels lines, I’m just laughing
Cause years ago, I would’ve ate the deal
You got the DA tripping, gotta bill
You got the IRS on your paper trail
You gotta pay the tax if you made the sale
buy my track and you can pay the
I don’t think I ever wanna let the throne go
I wanna live the way other folks kill for
I wanna write a book about it like Bilbo
Fast life, but I wanna live it real slow
Hell nah, I ain’t tryna get killed, bro
I’m tryna build until I never sweat bills, bro
I’m tryna drink 'til I need a refill, bro
Then hit the dance floor and try to do the heel toe
Life’s hard, but I take it well
And I might end up like Dave Chapelle
But it’s better than dead and it’s better than
Leaving you fucked in the head, what a veteran said, huh?
Ay, it’s a crazy life, sometimes it’s even hard to breathe
And difficult to see the difference between our wants and needs