Want It All (feat. Yung Scholar)

We on the rise
Ain't tryna fall
They hittin my phone
I'm banging the call
Going out of control, always wanted to ball
I got a lot, I want it all

Smoking that gas I feel too clutch
Smoking that gas, it smells like musk
Gone with the wind tell the haters kick dust
Paper chasing, I done ran too much
Strawberry shortcake, I just fucked her
Dick her down then I call a Lyft truck
Bless all the time, I don't call it good luck
Bless all the time, I don't call it good luck

Might've caught the flats, I've been sick with it
Feel like walking dead on the beat
Lose a leg on the beat
I've been running the game so long, I can't feel my feet
You must've bumped your head if you think you fuck with me

Too high out this world, astronaut
Try to hit a lick & I never got caught
Got a homie always talking bout the red dots
Like Wayne said I forgave & forgot
Stargazing while I head to the top
If you know me I stay lowkey
Looking for a route yelling "bus stop please"
I just came back, I'm the same old me

Peeped out the competition & everyone weak
Please don't beef with me, then try to speak to me
You ain't starve with me, then you can't eat with me
And you ain't come with me, hell nah you can't be with me

Big dog status all action no bark
Came from the bottom where it's cold & dark
Young nigga smart, better know your part
Can't let the bullshit effect my heart
Even tho I don't have one
Yatta Kidd look back where you came from
Then look straight cause they wanna pull you back
305 Dade County on the map
Tryna do my thing nigga cut some slack
Talking too much now it sounds all cap
Even when I rap I don't talk no cap
Even when I rap I don't talk no cap
I just tell my niggas don't fold
Never be lacking, gotta keep a pole
Never switch sides, stick to your role
Play the game smart, that's how it goes

I've switched positions
Kid been in the Matrix
Two pills in my hand baby which one is taking
Keep it straight like teeth with braces
Take the shot like I'm gangbanging
Boy who want it now?
Fuck mainstream ima keep it underground
Doing laps around the track, now that's what I called a runaround
Got too much on my brain for a young nigga to dumb it down
But I guess I will chill so they can try and test the real



Credits
Writer(s): Yatta Kidd
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