[Part I: "ALL I WANT"]

[Intro]
Aw yeah
Aw, okay

[Verse]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, she jackin' all the raps, I'm all of that
Say my name in vain and catch a heart attack, I'm automatic
Headed for the stars like a Starter cap, insomniac
If they ends tight, won't get a quarter back, don't call me back
Marcus Garvey rap, these are all the facts
I was like six when granddaddy let me palm the gat
From the dirty, so these bitches dig me like an artifact
Don't care what you call it, just don't call it wack, you all get whacked
Nicest with the words, ho, never read an almanac
Paranoid, they don't know the car, thеy like, "Who car is that?" Revolver splat
Boy, thеse streets dark sugar, coffee black, who talkin' back?
Bitch boy, you're talkin' to the architect
Carolina raised, but got Georgia tags
Let the money talk, we don't argue back, we all intact
Bitches line you up like corduroys and khakis, target practice
I just walked past like Jeff Hornacek, was born the best
Bitch, you all up on my neck, I'm countin', ho, hold on a sec
All this talk of you the G.O.A.T., n***a, that's a Space Jam Jordan stretch
I own this shit, any problems, bring it to your home address
Flow water wet, I want a check
Young Gordon Gekko, don't know who you're goin' against
N***a, I ain't just on the ship, it's ownership
Pitbull, informant lips
They've been tryna clone my shit, but two of me just don't exist
Every line is cobra spit
Drunk minds speak with sober lips, boy, it's over with
It ain't shit I won't forget
I make it hand over fist, number eight Kobe shit
You n***as sound like hopelessness, act like you know me then
Ride like it's a stolen Benz, n***a, ain't no loyalty
They tellin' on they codefendant, you ain't think I noticed, did ya?
Pure-hearted, no agenda, promise it ain't no contenders
N***a, I just want the chicken, fuck around and hit your gizzard
You brought all them n***as with you, ain't no issue, we remixin'
Fuck them n***as
[Chorus]
Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
N***a got him a pistol, now he raw
Paintings of lost n***as on the wall
Pussy, power, and paper's all I want
Pussy, power, and paper, yeah, that's all
N***a got him a pistol, now he raw
Paintings of lost n***as on the wall
Pussy, power, and paper's all I want

[Part II: "80's PARENTS"]

[Verse]
Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high (Aw yeah)
Break it up, roll it up, light it up, I'm just gettin' high (Ayy, my n***a, you know where we from)
And I put that on my projects (Yeah)
Gotta ride with the stick, no options (Yeah)
'Cause the jackboys out here robbin' (Yeah)
Ain't no ho in me, I'm sorry (Yeah)
From the side where the bodies keep pilin' up
Why they don't want me to prosper?
I said why they don't want me to prosper?
Gotta get back home, I'm cautious, yeah, yeah
You don't know what you've done to me
You don't know what you've done to me (Me)
(You don't know what you've done)