Whole Lotta Everything

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
You ever been up in the front of a store line thinking about your grind
Looking over everything your gonna purchase, is it worth it
I mean was it really worth time times dollars earned
At the moment you are not concerned
I got this money in my pocket and my pocket burns
In your brain your saying fuck it and you go an make it rain on the cashier
I ain't complaining but I made the same thing that I made last year
I could do better, I could have a coupe and a groovy new sweater
Whatever it takes to get my swag on 25,000 I could learn
So, take a goal, aim at that, you can't relax
Until you get your brain intact, to attack no distractions
Bending backwards till you break your back, that's some real talk
All these niggas fake throwing real salt
They some in-face ingrates, better watch your sodium intake
I been paid where the pen lays, up
Like the kid is Dikembe, but
That don't mean I ain't underwater near a squalid Leviathan range
I don't need your sympathy, a sad song symphony, I let my own violin play
Motherfuck a hater, I wanna shove a pie in his face, then rub it in five minutes straight
What I'm trying to say is you don't wanna become a demonstration of
Them wack ass niggas that you be thinking of

[Hook]
I wanna whole lotta everything
Who said work is important
Don't need to do a damn thing for it
Now go and get that champagne pouring
I wanna whole lotta everything
Who said work is important
Don't need to do a damn thing for it...

BUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SWEET
BUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SWEET
BUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS [x4]

[Verse 2]
I want a whole lotta everything, literally
I wanna cut a hole out of everything
My soul is controlled by the petty things
You ain't got a hold on a steady bling shimmer gold
So that means you are extra
Getting vexed at the checks that I build up instead of ya
So you can keep your opinions, 'cuz to me they're et cetera
And I'm way more ahead of ya
My advice is ignore defeat
Keep everything your gonna say short and sweet
Instead of talking bout shit that you can't afford
Swallow on that bitter pill your forced to eat
I know you need a meal and of course it's free
While I take my jewels on a sporting spree
You'll be lucky if your venture over to your cabinet have a can of Chef Boyardee
You put your hands up to God like you spoil me
While my squad and I chilling like royalty
Burning gasoline like its spoiled meat
And I ain't doing nothing to deserve it
But got a swagger like I was birth with it
Emerging with this flow that is murderous with a herbal hit to get me to slur a bit
This music thing is just nourishment
And I just happen to flourish in it
So I'ma kick my feet up
With my foie gras like I'm killing three ducks
While you celebrate a broke nigga redux
I'll be living in my life deluxe
By the way yo can I hold three bucks...
No, really. Let me hold something

[Hook]