World War Me
Got a bunch of problems that the world don't see
Loadin' up my choppa like it's World War 3
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
'Cause I got a bunch of problems that the world don't see
Loadin' up my choppa like it's World War 3
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Yeah, mama was a veteran and so hood
Never met my daddy and I won't look
Since a kid I been a rebel, used to bicker with the Devil
Writin' lyrics 'bout the ghetto, with my notebook
I would babysit my brother while I blow kush
Sittin' in the Caprice, Chevy whippin' like a coke jug
Startin' bangin', I don't wanna be from your hood
All the cousins told me, "Fuck it, we gon' start our own hood"
Just a clique of niggas, now the bunch of 'em like your hood
See me call that ghost town then he put his soul, look
Picture talkin' certified, like I want to murder guys
Pull a New Jersey drop, get your photo took
Pull up in the stoley on the homies with some hoes, uh
Feelin' like I'm Tony off the motherfuckin' blow
Good God, I was in the condo feelin' so shook
Livin' like Satan in Heaven, up to no good
I keep fightin' myself, I can't focus
Crip niggas told me back then like we don't know cuz
I ain't never cool about bangin' then I chose 'em
I was studyin' The Art of War, bumpin' Bone Thugs
Lyin' to my mama like I ain't doing no drugs
See me at the club, I was sneakin' out-of-home blood
'Bout to get my dick sucked, she gon' get her throat tucked
I was in the backyard, told the homies don't look
Fuckin' my mental health up, I was so cooked
Supposed to be a King, not a rookie, but I know rooks, hold up
What, are you a fuckin' Skitzo?
I'm bipolar, whisper in her ear like both of 'em
Reminiscin' 'bout the dawgs sittin' on my tour bus
Alcoholic, lyin' like I'm sober while I pour cups
'Bout to do another show, you lucky that I showed up
Almost OD'ed last night with the bros blood, 'cause I
Got a bunch of problems that the world don't see
Loadin' up my choppa like it's World War 3
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
I'm at war with myself, yeah
I'm at war with myself
I'm finna go to war with myself, yeah
Go to war with myself, yeah
I rack up dope on the shit that I ran
How I rock my roll through like 55 bands
I've been on a roll like I live in my van
Rock a Jordan Retro, let you niggas buy vans
Shoo, away my soul like it is a fly den
Water rise up from the ocean, the end that I swim
Feel like I been cloned, gotta kill 'em, I can
How they got a Virgo go with Gemini? Man, goddamn
Got 'em in patient room with an intercom man
I was livin' on chem, call me killer armed man
'Bout to hit it to a level while I sip a tall can
Make a hater get to strippin' like I'm in a thaw dance
Get it? 'Cause I made an army from them niggas called fans
I don't need the Internet for me to get my broad bands
Only me, myself and I, can I kill them all man
People get a kick from it 'cause we really are champs
Lost it, I'm fightin' from women
Y'all can't get your feelings all jammed like I'm really y'all man
I spit game like this lost, but y'all did me wrong man
And my rap challenge then pen it won't give you yo' chance
My greed's turned to gluttony, give me my grands
Take pride in these riches, this feeling's not grand
'Cause now people envy a nigga, god-damn
Please don't let them pray on me, I'll kill 'em, amen
Iso just died, had to kill him off, blam
Then I brought his ass back like a rental car, damn
And I think I saved lives while my mental's all jammed
But controllin' these bars like a prison guard can
Fuckin' two porn stars out in Wichita
Thinkin' 'bout my kids and how I made it, now I'm livin' large
Man, 'bout to leave my demons daily 'cause they really all
Can be gone any moment, so I wrote a song sayin', I
Got a bunch of problems that the world don't see
Loadin' up my choppa like it's World War 3
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
I'm at war with myself, yeah
I'm at war with myself
I'm finna go to war with myself, yeah
Go to war with myself, yeah
Loadin' up my choppa like it's World War 3
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
'Cause I got a bunch of problems that the world don't see
Loadin' up my choppa like it's World War 3
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Yeah, mama was a veteran and so hood
Never met my daddy and I won't look
Since a kid I been a rebel, used to bicker with the Devil
Writin' lyrics 'bout the ghetto, with my notebook
I would babysit my brother while I blow kush
Sittin' in the Caprice, Chevy whippin' like a coke jug
Startin' bangin', I don't wanna be from your hood
All the cousins told me, "Fuck it, we gon' start our own hood"
Just a clique of niggas, now the bunch of 'em like your hood
See me call that ghost town then he put his soul, look
Picture talkin' certified, like I want to murder guys
Pull a New Jersey drop, get your photo took
Pull up in the stoley on the homies with some hoes, uh
Feelin' like I'm Tony off the motherfuckin' blow
Good God, I was in the condo feelin' so shook
Livin' like Satan in Heaven, up to no good
I keep fightin' myself, I can't focus
Crip niggas told me back then like we don't know cuz
I ain't never cool about bangin' then I chose 'em
I was studyin' The Art of War, bumpin' Bone Thugs
Lyin' to my mama like I ain't doing no drugs
See me at the club, I was sneakin' out-of-home blood
'Bout to get my dick sucked, she gon' get her throat tucked
I was in the backyard, told the homies don't look
Fuckin' my mental health up, I was so cooked
Supposed to be a King, not a rookie, but I know rooks, hold up
What, are you a fuckin' Skitzo?
I'm bipolar, whisper in her ear like both of 'em
Reminiscin' 'bout the dawgs sittin' on my tour bus
Alcoholic, lyin' like I'm sober while I pour cups
'Bout to do another show, you lucky that I showed up
Almost OD'ed last night with the bros blood, 'cause I
Got a bunch of problems that the world don't see
Loadin' up my choppa like it's World War 3
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
I'm at war with myself, yeah
I'm at war with myself
I'm finna go to war with myself, yeah
Go to war with myself, yeah
I rack up dope on the shit that I ran
How I rock my roll through like 55 bands
I've been on a roll like I live in my van
Rock a Jordan Retro, let you niggas buy vans
Shoo, away my soul like it is a fly den
Water rise up from the ocean, the end that I swim
Feel like I been cloned, gotta kill 'em, I can
How they got a Virgo go with Gemini? Man, goddamn
Got 'em in patient room with an intercom man
I was livin' on chem, call me killer armed man
'Bout to hit it to a level while I sip a tall can
Make a hater get to strippin' like I'm in a thaw dance
Get it? 'Cause I made an army from them niggas called fans
I don't need the Internet for me to get my broad bands
Only me, myself and I, can I kill them all man
People get a kick from it 'cause we really are champs
Lost it, I'm fightin' from women
Y'all can't get your feelings all jammed like I'm really y'all man
I spit game like this lost, but y'all did me wrong man
And my rap challenge then pen it won't give you yo' chance
My greed's turned to gluttony, give me my grands
Take pride in these riches, this feeling's not grand
'Cause now people envy a nigga, god-damn
Please don't let them pray on me, I'll kill 'em, amen
Iso just died, had to kill him off, blam
Then I brought his ass back like a rental car, damn
And I think I saved lives while my mental's all jammed
But controllin' these bars like a prison guard can
Fuckin' two porn stars out in Wichita
Thinkin' 'bout my kids and how I made it, now I'm livin' large
Man, 'bout to leave my demons daily 'cause they really all
Can be gone any moment, so I wrote a song sayin', I
Got a bunch of problems that the world don't see
Loadin' up my choppa like it's World War 3
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
Lookin' in the mirror, how the world war me
I'm at war with myself, yeah
I'm at war with myself
I'm finna go to war with myself, yeah
Go to war with myself, yeah
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Writer(s): Tarrel Cornelious Gulledge
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