Dark Fade Ricochet - This What I Want Lyrics

Feel the horizon growing. The unknown tends to be more fun
Yeah? Yeah, yeah

I ain't a guru. I'm a mercenary
Place the bets that the rest can't carry
F*ck the odds, I'm one to keep it 100
I am the judge, I summon the jury
Making a killing here
You a guillotine volunteer
Driven like a rickshaw
F*ck a fall from grace, different lanes can submit the game
Through a Benoit crossface. Hip-hop's an arms race
Force you out the cave. Warfare I launch there. Columbo close the case
Chillin' with a Malbec in a lawn chair. I got the plug like LeBron hair
Hurricane kick it. Tornados to trailer parks
Harness tech in my chest like Tony Stark
More like a Michael Jordan to a Barkley
Stomp on your dreams calmly
You thought you were arm's reach. The audacity
Some sell you out in a heartbeat for commission
Early stage different, you dismiss. See what Ramsay dishin
Stab through your front, I'm Roose Bolton
Frankenstein's best with the bolts screwed on. I'm way too on
Shit gets sketch you could etch the shit
Old school calculated like an abacus
Atticus Finch, do the right thing. F*ck mediocrity
So when this vision gets to hitting, I'm dealing 100 strikes for flinching
Don't confuse different with not meant to make it, ho
I'm sick and tired of saying it, I guess imma have to show you again
The bigger the climb the steeper the fall
Might be impulsive. Might be reckless, but there ain't time to ask any questions

This what I want. This what I want
This what I want. I only got one
This what I want. This what I want
I want I can I must I will. F*ck how you feel

It's all money, old money, never wanna risk money
New opportunities never known, now belongs to new money
Son of a samurai like the sun my rise inevitable
You ain't gonna edit this out. A middle finger if you doubt the foreshadowing of moguls
Enough of fake woke and edge lords
And those confusing happiness with comfort zones
There's little joy in comatose
These thoughts stuck in the future tense
The new American dream, I had to follow my senses
This ain't what they planned for me
Won't be a statistic
Screw factory work. What school still condition us for?
A dead tradition, memory over wisdom, authority's wishful vengeance
Take every at bat, won't backdown
Murder another track, check my background
See my trajectory, Gunbound
You had to act a fool and remove all doubt
Been puttin my heart on this guess I've been selling my soul
Laying out my sail and show this self-built boat really do go
It comes down to whether I go do. The conclusion unwritten
You give up too soon, get diggin for the tomb then

This what I want. This what I want
This what I want. I only got one
This what I want. This what I want
I want I can I must I will. F*ck how you feel

I'm a genius with frequent strokes of careless. Thrashing through the savings
Traded my suit for jeans and graphic tees. You gon' learn today like Udemy
My mind is stale misery without artistry
The ROI, is that it helps me get to know life
I learned to die, it's enlightenment. Another quote in the air
Rose growing from concrete
Stemmed from my surroundings
Aint no ceiling for me
Tougher than tupperware you aint sealing me
No Sealys. No sleeping on me. Make Serta of that
Heavy DDOS of attacks making servers crash
As I craft magic in the lab
Hustle not propelled from a trust fund
Tower from the ground up
No cop out from you cowards
You can't fight back against karma
Endangered practitioners of hard-sell at first sight
Who use 48 laws as gospel to rationalize. Prepare for the fall
Building my privilege you should be glad to witness. I called it

The status quo never wanted me here
If it were up to them, I would live and end my life predetermined
I have no choice but to forge my own path
The power is in your own hands