Fiend - Want It All lyrics

(*talking*) Yo, sound like-sound like the beginning of the album You know, right-right-right there when you finna bust that b**h down You know I'm saying, took the wrapping off that right there n***a 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 sh** was cool, I was still Uptown you know Now look at me, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Hook - 2x) 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 (Fiend) 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 a**, ain't gon sit here and lie to you Take clips break sh**, 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 n***a, 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 f** boy, and I ain't barely up (Hook - 2x) (Hound) You f** with him, believe me we busting ten f**ing 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 f** up your harm means I stay wanted, these n***az they want it I give it to em f**ing 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 (Hook - 2x) (Fiend) 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 (Hook - 2x)