Charles Monterey - Want It All

Please forgive me for coming across a little Hostile
Been serving these Chickens like Roscoes without the Waffles
Randy Savage Flow, so the Swag a little Macho
God blessed me with Happy Feet, so call me Young Mambo
Iron Chef, They wanna know what I'm Cooking Up
Punchline Rhyme is the only time when I'm Hooking Up
And if I get knocked down, best believe that I'm Looking Up
So when I make it to the Top, It's My Brothers that I'm Pulling Up
I Came in the Game to Proclaim His Name
All these so-called Artists, but they Talk the Same
Created Me Creatively and each Star by Name
I was Born with this Drive but I'ma need a Couple Lanes
I Gotta Bible Verse as the Vinyl Stirs
On my Last Day, What would be my Final Words
All these Chickens, but Ya Boy trying to Fly With Birds
I'm giving Glory to the King until My Time Occurs, Uh

You want it All, Money so you can Ball
Whatever at the Mall, Living on the Boulevard
You want it Big, I could tell you what it Is
Jesus died and rose from dead so we could All Live
You want it ALL, Money so you can Ball
Whatever at the Mall, Living on the Boulevard
You want it Big, I could tell you what it Is
Jesus died and rose from dead so we could All Live

Okay, they wanna know my Next Performance
And ask why my Hearts Enormous
I told'em my Story and the Importance how the Cross is Gorgeous
And that Gods my Fortress, But they don't want to hear that Though
They wanna Know how much I made from the Show
And that Ya boy riding through the City with my Woes
But God told me 'Be Still' before I Go
So I wont not Deny Him before the Rooster Crow, So
This is me in Submission
The only Commission is the Great Commission
Good Bye to the Old Me and Good Riddance
We just living on The Word like it is Written
Wise as Serpents, Innocent as Doves
When You're true to yourself, It's hard Making It Up
As I'm Seeking Jesus, His Unbreakable Love
I realize I don't know what I'm Capable Of

You want it All, Money so you can Ball
Whatever at the Mall, Living on the Boulevard
You want it Big, I could tell you what it Is
Jesus died and rose from dead so we could All Live
You want it ALL, Money so you can Ball
Whatever at the Mall, Living on the Boulevard
You want it Big, I could tell you what it Is
Jesus died and rose from dead so we could All Live

Written by:
Michael Monterey

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