Want It All ft. Yung Scholar Lyrics

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