Want It All - Fiend, Hound

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 niggas 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