Young Chop - Have It All (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Dahaq] If you want to roll you know who you need to call Finna ball, hit the mall, you can have it all Take you where you wanna go, hop in the car Give it my all just so I can have it all Where these haters tryna go down with all that talk Protocol: f** the law finna have it all Y'all taking notes, how we move, how we walk Give it my all just so I can have it all [Verse 1: P-Squiddy] The game's at a standstill? We're stepping it up a notch The youngest voices on the scene, here for the money and scotch Can't speak for the other contenders in the back row shaking sh** they're still bakin' bread with the kind of dough they're making System's been trying to mold me, transform me, make me cold Well f** that, I make my own path, ain't no fork in the road When I'm in the zone, I'm restless and devoted They full of their own conceited thoughts, bloated and sugar coated This is real rap, we ain't tryna clown So take that weak sh** and flush it back down I admit it, I'm a reckless mess But I'm the motherf**in' best! [Hook] [Verse 2: MoDime] I wanna have it all So I'm rapping up my first verse Need that steady income I'll give these hoes a taste then swerve But for now I ball Making buckets in some decent clothes Dahaq gave me a call And I spit these bars with no rehearse Getting As and making gains More flexing and containing dames Wait, your girl look so thirsty Hold up give her some D I'm gonna get it all Cause ambition is the only word I'm never gonna fall Get back up and just Ali these foes See you through the dope flames I'm here getting educate Yo b**h notice I get pay Yo b**h give me hella brain [Hook] [Verse 3: Dahaq] Copying my mottos and copying my swag So I'm poppin' their bottles and poppin' my tags! Want a double entendre, here's a souvenir Run back to yo mama, make y'all disappear The clapper scatter 'em like dispatchers That's blood splattered, state of mind shattered Wait, pockets getting fatter, not talking weight chatter On my way to becoming your girl's favorite rapper People want beef I can prepare that platter Life is a story so I started a new chapter Now I'm sitting, sh**ting, spitting on beginners Life was so dark 'til I saw that shimmer From the ground to the crown can't count my blessings A sinner or a singer, no difference in diction Got an addiction to somethin' that is hidden in the kitchen My vision seein' women, addition or apparitions? I ain't even kiddin', now I'm running this b**h, that's treadmill sh** Looks like you 'bout to be run over b**h, that's roadk** sh** And you know all I do is represent, you can call me the president Take a vote, 100 percent a**ent, Alhamdulillah I'm on my ascent