Styles P - Want It All lyrics

[Hook] I just want it all right now I just wanna ball right now Swear, I want everything, everything I just want everything I just want it all right now I just wanna ball right now Swear, I want everything, everything I just want everything [Verse 1] Spit it for the streets cause I know that’s what they want When it come to work for them fiends I got that A-1 When I say that A-1, I ain't talkin’ steak sauce b**h I’m talkin’ 9, 10, quarters and them 8 balls Spit it for the jails know what it [?] feel like Prolly ain't gon' be a f**ing star but b**h I still Rest in peace to Moe I miss 'em we was drill type sh**, ain't a day ain't around [?] All I do is get high, f** b**hes, get fly Blowing money fast while these n***as barely get by Don't know how they falter n***as always broke, man But everywhere you go them fiends always wanna smoke, man And I'ma get it right back Put your chopper to the sky and wave it side to side She keep it real high 'til the law come And when they come, just pray Just cause they make the law, we gon' break it That's real sh** Real n***as do real things Loyalty is a lifestyle that n***as don't live, man Lean told me that when I was upstate Did a little bid, he was real cause he hold me back Real n***a facts, I sold crack to my man mom Can't change the past nor I can predict the future This the gutter that mean it was real like Martin Luther I had a dream I would make it some day No job, DCC5, sh** I was slanging yay Know what I do is wrong, that's why everyday I pray [?] life of a [?] and continue with my name sh**, f** it I can't help it I'ma muscle up Movin' weight these n***as still pushing double up Been doing this since my b**h was playing double dutch And we the same age since a youngin' I was cuttin' up Chop it up raw, hood on smash 58, 12 skinnies put it in the bag That was in the past this the present time n***a need work you say hoe let me call my line 'What's up Watt I need a couple jaws' Like n***a why you cussing on my f**ing phone Ain't God called back [?] I got what you need just bring my cash Send my youngin' on a mission bring that chicken back [?] flippin pack Where they do that at, not around here And if you not from 'round here no need to come around here [Verse 2: Styles P] I jsut want it all, I just wanna ball Me and my homies spending millions at the mall Came a long way from hustling up in the hall Waiting on a trip for customer to call Baby want the crib with the waterfall Balmain, Hermes, vacations in the fall Vacations in the winter in tropical resort 100 P's in the town that I'm tryna cop 'em all Tryna knock 'em off, then tryna cop some more You was told that tough sh** this what the Glock for You tell these hoes you married My n***as ain't from Houston but we let them rockets off You ain't doing sh** but you said you poppin' off You really got that bag and drop it off This is PnB Rock and Ghost from D-Block I want it all if it's dirty money give me a detox [Hook] I just want it all right now I just wanna ball right now Swear, I want everything, everything I just want everything I just want it all right now I just wanna ball right now Swear, I want everything, everything I just want everything