F*ck The World
Uno got the streets goin' crazy
(Castro) okay
Yo, Uzi, run that shit back, boy
Came from the slums, I mean the bottom of 'em (uh-huh)
These niggas know home I'm comin' (yeah)
Swing yo' block, and crack it, yeah (uh-huh)
These niggas die by the dust
No therapy, I'm takin' meds (uh-huh)
I saw my dog bloody, make a threat, I'll leave 'em dead (okay)
You never see me runnin'
Feel like, "Fuck the world, I think they all want me" (all want me)
Got some skeletons in my closet, and they still hungry (still hungry)
I used to spin the bin, I still hear the sirens comin' (comin')
I pop a Perc thinkin' 'bout gee, feel like I'm dyin' from it (okay)
Went to jail, they counted me out, felt like the ugly ducklin' (yeah)
I got scars on my trigger finger, I had got tired of bustin' (hmm)
Caught a charge, my mama stressin' 'bout the lawyer money (oh-oh)
Told the lawyer, "Be in my favor when they trial come" (okay)
Okay, my partner left me stranded, but I still let him in (let him in)
Okay, I said I'm done with Percs, but I'm still poppin' tens
Damn, somebody must be talkin', them feds wan' take me in
Nicki had tried to give me a heart, but I can't love again
Okay, I might've been a fuck-up, but I still love my brother
It ain't no woman in the world I put before my mother
I thought Allen were my dawg, he talkin' 'bout takin' me
You put these hoes before yo' partner, that shit fake to me
A lotta people I gave love, but they hate me
I know some people turned they back, now, they can't face me (okay)
When I was down, I beg my uncle, wished he helped me (okay)
I bet my ex regret the day she ever left me
I know Annie wish she never took a Plan B (alright)
I bet Bruchelle wish she would've picked that phone more (okay)
I know Beedie wish she never fucked my dawg, huh
I bet you miss me when you listen to my songs, huh (yeah, yeah)
I used to hate yo' guts, and you know what you did
I used to play yo' games, won't be yo' fool again
Every time you just call my phone, gotta keep my tears in
Fuck a bond, I love my dawg, I pay that bitch again
I'ma ride about my dawg, and bitch, that's 'til the end
I'm gon' slide about my dawg, and that me, I spin the bin
If I tell you that I love you, that mean we locked in
'Cause ain't too many in this world that you can call a friend
(Castro) okay
Yo, Uzi, run that shit back, boy
Came from the slums, I mean the bottom of 'em (uh-huh)
These niggas know home I'm comin' (yeah)
Swing yo' block, and crack it, yeah (uh-huh)
These niggas die by the dust
No therapy, I'm takin' meds (uh-huh)
I saw my dog bloody, make a threat, I'll leave 'em dead (okay)
You never see me runnin'
Feel like, "Fuck the world, I think they all want me" (all want me)
Got some skeletons in my closet, and they still hungry (still hungry)
I used to spin the bin, I still hear the sirens comin' (comin')
I pop a Perc thinkin' 'bout gee, feel like I'm dyin' from it (okay)
Went to jail, they counted me out, felt like the ugly ducklin' (yeah)
I got scars on my trigger finger, I had got tired of bustin' (hmm)
Caught a charge, my mama stressin' 'bout the lawyer money (oh-oh)
Told the lawyer, "Be in my favor when they trial come" (okay)
Okay, my partner left me stranded, but I still let him in (let him in)
Okay, I said I'm done with Percs, but I'm still poppin' tens
Damn, somebody must be talkin', them feds wan' take me in
Nicki had tried to give me a heart, but I can't love again
Okay, I might've been a fuck-up, but I still love my brother
It ain't no woman in the world I put before my mother
I thought Allen were my dawg, he talkin' 'bout takin' me
You put these hoes before yo' partner, that shit fake to me
A lotta people I gave love, but they hate me
I know some people turned they back, now, they can't face me (okay)
When I was down, I beg my uncle, wished he helped me (okay)
I bet my ex regret the day she ever left me
I know Annie wish she never took a Plan B (alright)
I bet Bruchelle wish she would've picked that phone more (okay)
I know Beedie wish she never fucked my dawg, huh
I bet you miss me when you listen to my songs, huh (yeah, yeah)
I used to hate yo' guts, and you know what you did
I used to play yo' games, won't be yo' fool again
Every time you just call my phone, gotta keep my tears in
Fuck a bond, I love my dawg, I pay that bitch again
I'ma ride about my dawg, and bitch, that's 'til the end
I'm gon' slide about my dawg, and that me, I spin the bin
If I tell you that I love you, that mean we locked in
'Cause ain't too many in this world that you can call a friend
Credits
Writer(s): Fredrick Givens, Joseph Nguyen, Gabriel Decastro, Eli Haire
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