Lyrics:
Yeah...
Empire...
Lil Wayne...
Question...
Cash Money...(Three)
Dope Supply
[Chorus]
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His
the asses of the fascists
Who want to put me in the oven and burn me to ashes
But I'm not burnin' the world keeps turnin'
And nobody learnin'
'Cause
believe you had me living in your fantasy
Mr. Pretender
I was tryin to satisfy ya, deify ya
You do what you think is right you be the God you bow to
I
fuck the world and the police
incarcerated by the ghetto so we trapped
that's why broke niggaz in the hood bust caps
nigga said gangsters make good
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
That you're living in sin
Well, if grinnin' is a sin
That's the reason I'm here
Back with you, Mrs Blear
Sleep on, dear
Deep and easy, our night
full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know
now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit
It make the world say "DAMN!", "I wanna kill Sam"
"Do the niggas run this
sunlight.
Some thought the torture tearing the Lisbon girls
Pointed to a simple refusal to accept the world
As it was handed down to them, so full
nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where
and punks, never ever want to see me in power
Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice
full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
the jam, a poncho full of contraband
Dairy Queen was on the scene, the EveryKid teen magazine
The Motorhead and Mr. Clean, my piston needed Valvoline
I
niggas shootin' at your crib
Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally
love for my dogs but never for these girls
It's M.O.E. 'cuz money rule the world
But Mr. Dee-1, I grew up crummy
Saw my pops get killed in front of me
niggas shooting at your crib
Mama, I'm still thugging, the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally
all day
On my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
them rats know, "Mama, I want to sin'
But mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin' dick now"
We movin' on up in the world like elevators
Me
be mine lil Angelina
Make me your Brad Pitt mr and Miss Smith
Tokyo and then Paris
Neck and wrists full of carats
Used to worry but don't care about
It's jumping off in H-Town, baby
Strictly for the funk lovers, give it to me
And we really want the whole world to see
How it goes
We want
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
of problems, and cant nothing solve them
My room is full of demons, I aint afraid of them
I hear them witches screaming, I raise a blade to them
[Chorus - Lil
be locked in your world
(Bitch I'm gone) I need to breath, I got to roll
(I'm through witchu) Ain't no way
I can stay another day witchu
Bye bye
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