take the world

I grew up in a hell with no light,
I had to fight,
My way through all the long dark nights
Moneys tight
And my arms they been too heavy to write
Aye fuck ya life
And everything between you and I
If times was right,
The people wouldn't lose all they lives
due to knives and nines
And now sisters and mommas
Brothers they start to fry
They own minds
With white dust and lost trust
Just stuff, uh
That anyone could go through
I chose to pick the wrong side on shit
Now my knuckles is bloody
And my hand on my hip
I had flip bricks
Wastin' mad time gettin' drunk off fifths
Casamigos and titos for all my damned amigos
looking through the peep hole
Its gots to be a cheat code
This ain't Nas, This ain't Mobb,
this ain't Biggie, this ain't Pac,
This is me wit' a fucking bag of weed just cruisin' down the block
I'm bringin' the storm, but it ain't quiet
Roll the blunt, then light it,
You might as well get high, shit,
Only thing that takes away the problems and pain,
But all these thoughts still remain,
Because they stuck in my brain

How could the world be yours?
If you don't take it
No time for destinations just be patient
Your sittin' in the same room
Mumblin' the same tunes, wastin'
All your fucking time and respiration
How could the world be yours?
If you don't take it
That dream ain't goin' nowhere man so don't chase it
Just chill inside your basement and replay this
Never mind Ima just kill these haters

My words been locked up tight for some time
Now I'm spittin' my mind, im on the grind
Raisin' eyebrows in suspision
I'm on a mission so just listen,
This world is fucked up and we shouldn't raise any kids in it,
But I just mind my business
And watch the lines that glisten
You know ya time is tickin'
For anyone wit' them feelings you get when shit got the realist
Im Killa Cam wit' kill list
Cut off the cam then I kill shit
Too many gang rivalries
you got the Cold killers and coke dealers out on the streets
You better pack all the heat
Cuz it's what your gonna need
To get back up on ya feet
So you can find some peace
My moms is drinkin liquor and my pops is still in jail
Call from GTL stay connected on the cell
Vision gettin' and it's gettin' hard to tell,
But I can clearly see we livin' in hell
These times ain't worth it
Birds stopped chrippin'
Life so fucked up and no one gotta purpose
They say the grass is greener on the other side, well perfect
And all this time I'm thinking to myself, "do I deserve it"?
Maybe I don't and that's the truth
If you was me and I was you
Then what would you do
And I ain't talkin' trade shoes
Cuz this ain't Eminem dude
Besides you wouldn't fit em', they 13's and these bitches glued

How could the world be yours?
If you don't take
No time for destinations just be patient
Your sittin' in the same room
Mumblin' the same tunes, wastin'
All your fucking time and respiration
How could the worl be yours?
If you don't take
No time for destinations just be patient
That dream ain't goin' nowhere man so don't chase it
Just chill inside your basement and replay this
Never mind Ima just kill these haters