Whatchu Want Phil

[Verse 1: Phil Ade] Sitting in the back of the class I'm passed out If this the future for my ass I'm assed out Cast out of mama house Looking for the proper outlet to get out these bars Cause I ain't out yet I'm out set to make this thing happen Your facts backward You got it Pig Latin Got a knack for the rappin' And a lac for the yappin' Only whack niggas do Punk niggas quit that And I'm halfway in the door What should I be bitter for Label me as local But they play me out in Singapore That's what im in it for Won't catch me in a Ford Trynna ride Phantom with a mini bar in the door Down Kenilworth Got 'em all on red alert Hit the J till it's low You can call it Jennifer MD center though Rep it to the fullest I'm a royal fam king Ya'll don't like to eat a bullet [Hook: Phil Ade] x2 Whatchu want Phil Hard bass on the track Whatchu want Phil Put my state on the map Whatchu want Phil To make a way for my team My name up in lights Phil A-D-E [Verse 2: Phil Ade] Up and down U Street Kickin' it Bruce Lee Tell the veterans I'm on they heels bootsie Collins Avenue with a bad bitch I have to do I don't book youngins I thumb 'em and then they chapter through The future in the morning say good afternoon Full of hot air I swear you niggas is half balloon Backstage got smoke filling up half the room Tell them niggas pay me half or I'mma have to move Nudie jacket and jeans I got my denim up Venomous in my enemies ass like enemas Rent a bus Fill it with rappers and then send em up Better bucked in than fuckin' with me I'm still celibate Life's a bitch and I would tell her But a nigga got class Plus I ain't an ass can't you tell it boy I'd rather sell a bunch of dreams until I get it And when I die laughing my face will say I did it [Hook: Phil Ade] x2 [Verse 3: Phil Ade] Oh my God oh my God Is what they yell I give 'em Hell I'm on my job Not burning I'm building bridges I'm on my Todd Give 'em dope that's what I'm dealing I'm on my Bob This ain't no facade ain't putting on a persona I just dropped beat I get guap per sonnet Hip Hop my genre I'm pushing it beyond a Limit you trippin' but I ain't caring ya'll diner The king of one liners clothes is designer Hoes make 'em sign up pick 'em out a lineup Keep 'em fresh line up Nike airs tied up Diddy of my city but you can't lock my shine up Yeah I'm worldwide my nigga Still at your house party trynna find the liquor In a Chevrolet pickup with the speakers on blast When I walk up in the club whatchu think they gonna ask [Hook: Phil Ade] x2