Slacks - WANT [Prod. Phone Fantasy]

[Verse 1]

Oh boy, you know I been meaning to hover on it

This Fantasy beat has me keeping the oven on it

Knee-deep in fire, boy, it has been constant

Pots on the stove, water right out the faucet

(Yeah)

Shit, ya'll mother-fuckers probably think I'm talking about drugs (Sheesh)

Boy, you know I been up and unloading these slugs (Heat)

Slugs full of doves, got my shotty in the glove

Compartment of my mind

No looking behind

Rapping so fast

Make a cheetah go blind

Unsigned

Co-sign

Any rapper worth a dime

Not a dime-bag

You can't bag my dime, can't rhyme on my time

Can't think like my mind, out the box like a mime

Crime baffles your kind, who is ample in time

Time, I got none

My word like a nun

Bond like the son

They call me "no fun"

I don't give a fuck

I'm mostly out of luck

They hoping I give up-

But I won't, G

And I won't sleep

 

[Hook]

Do you know the value of money?

(Sheesh)

(x4)

 

[Post-Hook]

It's all gone, and all ya'll just want the greenbacks

It's all wrong, it's false law, but listen to me relax

Don't get involved, if you been involved in printing every dollar

Let's evolve, beyond it all, this living for the dollar

 

[Verse 2]

Watch as my eyes

Look in your hands

Slinging your pies

And feinding for bands

I keep it advanced

You keep it alright

What's the point of words

If the slurs ain't tight?

I like to share my light

Serve a big appetite

And fold it over nice

(Mother fucker)

Beans, poultry, and rice

(Mother fucker)

There's tags on your mics (rappers)

And tags on your Mike's (Jordan's)

And bags under eyes (factors)

And bags at your sides (imported)

Everybody wants some ice (ice)

Why buy a truck just for size? (size)

You ain't towing no boat, bitch

But I could stay afloat on the hot-air that you smoke, bitch

I would offer a toke, but you gross and you'd choke, bitch

Probably hold it, then blow it out the bowl, bitch

(You hopeless)