The World

Open up a letter from my old girl Say she hasn't found better in this Cold world and I'm Right here if you Want to come back that's a Capp Guess last year she saw where I was At make a billboards trying to get that Grammy plaque on my waist got to Stay with that Gat shout out to the Day ones say some will get you Erase get the straps drown out the Real from the fakes yeah send my
Money to the Caymans Islands just in case haters hate you for they own Mistakes ha got This girl me and my Nigga skied it while a next man try to breed it well they all living with Demons so I guess they need
Healing that's them though that's Not how I'm feeling I only want a Bad bitch buss that Pussy opening the evening banana clip don't give
Me a reason very sophisticated they Mad I made it in the studio all the Time but it's like Vacation my Watch is jade pink in the cup some Bitch is wasted I'm a doc and this Beat Is a patient my car like a Spaceship the gang always been on Some ape shit and none Of them Ever shape shift to enemy side so I'm confident with the ones I hit up The licks Beside yeah call up justices Greensburg thanks to you animal is A free bird a m g park Up outside at Maple Hearst waiting for the gate To open that's when he emerge Toast up In the mansion give Thanks for his action but we felt Like they had him up for some Ransom it's cool though my Donation always stay handsome Shooters running out of The bush Chris Hansen

I used to tussle with the law now We living good driving different foreign cars men I used To have it Hard didn't have nothing to eat I Had to pray to God

I used to tussle with the law now We living good driving different foreign cars men I used To have it Hard didn't have nothing to eat I Had to pray to God

When it comes to this rapping I be the hardest fuck the fame I don't Want to be an artist She like my style I keep it real that head retarded Bitch I'm Jordan in the fourth you Know I'm scoring yeah that bitch Comes with a beam she's only forty
Keep that bitch on my waist when I'm recording if it ain't about Money it ain't important Yeah them Haters use to say I wouldn't make it Out I just put my mom's in a Mansion Now me and wifey hit the Bank cause we cashing out she go Fit it in your mouth hit it till She Passes out rapping be my passion Now whipped it up and package it I Chill with Them savages we don't Show no mercy if he have it we take Everything we ain't had no Santa Had no gifts we had a lot of snow Bag it up and let it go watch out for Them Sneaky hoe they going to set You up for sure

I used to tussle with the law now We living good driving different foreign cars men I used To have it Hard didn't have nothing to eat I Had to pray to God

I used to tussle with the law now We living good driving different foreign cars men I used To have it Hard didn't have nothing to eat I Had to pray to God



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Writer(s): Sandjay Mundle
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