Want It All

Yo, sound like-sound like the beginning of the album
 You know, right-right-right there when you finna bust that bitch down
 You know I'm saying, took the wrapping off that right there
 Nigga never knew it, before they called me Fiend
 Come from New Orleans, Holygrove
 I moved to the 3rd Ward, when I was like bout like 12
 Shit was cool, I was still Uptown you know
 Now look at me, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
 I want it all, this time this time everytime
 I want it all, this time this time everytime
 I want it all, this time this time everytime
 I want it all, this time I want every dime
 I got the heart of a ghetto boy, see I know what not to do
 Let em spark, if I gotta survive mission impossibles
 Bring it to your ass, ain't gon sit here and lie to you
 Take clips break shit, I do what I gotta do
 Your face all over the place, you see what that bottle do
 This dog you hunt, and it would devour you
 Me rapping nigga, work em over an hour or two
 Yeah Fiend's back, and you shot me a dial or two
 I waited five times, now you disrespecting my mind
 Now I gotta, get that iron
 I sold him that three six, he couldn't tear me up
 Make the animal fuck boy, and I ain't barely up
 You fuck with him, believe me we busting ten
 Fucking round we'll be busting then, then you'll be ducking and
 Uh in God we trust, but we busting on men
 Acting like he can't you touched, now watch me touch up on him
 Hot shots in my palm, and in my arm reach
 I blow smoke through your lungs, we fuck up your harm means
 I stay wanted, these niggaz they want it
 I give it to em fucking round, will have your life gon stay haunted
 I hustle up in alleyways, got talent like Caff Calloway
 The streets are telling me, life gon be better that-a-way
 Don't be smelling me, if I ever put my gat away
 I'll blow your back away, they'll burry you on Saturday
 When you addressing me, know that I'm in some'ing seven speed
 Blowing chronic with the east of hairs, that be heavenly
 You around me alone, get you a felony
 I teach you how to be a player, but I ain't Bellamy
 It's the one with the melody, it better be
 Better thangs, and a batch of jungle love I started writing
 I hear the dope mark, you're up in Pakistan
 That mean dealing, have them fiends gone silly
 Yeah you not a hustler, you just got barged hoe
 Don't know the fast life, till I raised the garage do'
 I steal lives, so ugly a long fo'
 I'm in it for islands, not condos
 I'm sending these, through your spine though
 And can knock an eyebrow, off of a blindfold
 Yeah I'm Cristal spilling, with my wrists while chilling
 Saying goons, and I'm like that I got y'all cheering