Lyrics:
the whole world
"Settle with the low
oh That's a no no"
Hear me now slutty girls
you got your dress on
"Standing by the wall?
Go get your freak on!"
「My
shit
You'd think I had the world in my palm
Surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
Still ain't all peaches and cream
Cause it's hard being
"Why?"
Probably 'cause they do not like all my views
Mainstream conservatives don't support me
I go by God's rules can't control me
Everyone is scared
Float away, mhm float away
Float away, mhm float away
Ooh, float away ooh, just float away
Ooh, float away yeah, all I seem to think
About is tryna
King with an apron
I've been snaked by my own kind
So now I've gotta live with the asians
Stuck in the slums
Brothers in arms bussin' the guns
Mothers
Time’s going by too fast, I won’t allow myself to finish last
I don’t need a day to rest, there’s nothing here for me, there’s nothing left
Here’s
Ma always told me J you a genius
Nothing to fear make the world your convenience
Pay was like get up put heart up in yo shit
csh was is like take
tweet a lot
I'm from two different worlds, suburbs and where the cops be watchin
Bodies droppin', uncle poppin', molly lozenges and oxycontin
Riding with
a journey, don't get in my way. Life is a journey.that's what they say that's what they say
Imagine a world where we're kind
Do ya best and try again and ill
shit, first blunt of the day, last night
This that shit they want, big boys at the plate, way too high
Avocado, I'm pressin' up a mulatto Her daddy is in
me the grim reaper
My words are rich cause I'm big reader
And I'm with a chick who is a dick eater
But she a bit eager
Shoot my shot and I don't miss
crazy world that we living in
Really got me thinking I can change it with a pen
Bruv, is he mad? Is he fucking mad, bruv? Shit
My intuition never steered
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
got a pen addiction
I got a Muslim shorty now but the ex was Christian
She ain't overstand the godliness of my position
Anybody who ain't family is
break]
It could have been good America
It could have been great America
Land of the brave and free
Welcoming you and me
But this Brave New World is
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
the answer to this riddle then?
Is it heroin?
Or Jesus Christ?
Big-ass books?
Or sleepless nights?
I had a few of those and everyone knows
That
some more
But I'm clear, they brought me here
A world worthy of makin' em for
I'm takin off my armor, already cut to the bone
The prodigal daughter
young and the world was flat
But I'm forty some years old now and man I don't care
All I won't now is just a comfortable chair
And to sell all my stock
Who lives in a house like this?
Who lives in a house like this?
In number 69 there lives a transvestite
He's a man by day but he's a woman
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
But if a opp drops I cannot feel remorse
It's money, murder, and sexual intercourse
Big smoke, I never play the victim
Money hangin' on my neck,
yeah
Act a fool 'cause there's nothin' to prove
Because the proof is in the pudding, do tell (Yeah)
You hail, two worlds collide, make girl (Yeah)
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