Letras:
Pack I Want To Have It All

i want to have it all big house, big cars i want to have it all imma shoot for the stars i want to have it all while spitting these bars i wanna have

flow like a stream Nah Mean Mek you feel like you living in a dream Nah Mean It come to the crop man a cream Nah Mean It come to discipline man a Dean

I think about When I see you out, when I hear about {T-Pain} I want my baby back! {'Lo-so} And I thought it would be easy but it's hard for me to let

3, 4 lanes I'm still here [Chorus] My moma used to tell me "Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen" Who knew I'd have what it takes, to be

chan and when its all said and done it's a one will stand gunnin this motorbike feelin this power man 185 miles per hour man i stay cooralatin with the taliban i

this coming All it took was for them to say Don't pack your bags cause you're here to stay. So watch your mouth around the misses My secrets have been

fact The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks I wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself I'm

livin These busta tricks don't want no mail They spendin they riches on skanless bitches who'll stay petrified in jail It's hell, plus all the dealers want

souljas Straight souljas Chorus All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja