World Series

Yeah Kells Who the fuck want it with him? We ball like the Indians at the World Series 8th inning I'm gone, rolling with Nicole Kidman I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business We in the jungle with the guerrillas We in the streets with the 4 wheelers Don't speak I am no witness You got beef? Put an end to you talking like long sentence, ah Period, uh motherfucker I'm serious Who ya favorite rapper, I'm curious? He ain't living out them words He ain't used Machine Gun's verse on the track 'Cause his ass got murdered uh I'm talking in the third I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the Burgh You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first So you better not get on my nerves, biatch I need herb though Keep me moving like turtle Keep me seeing this purple Keep it banging like Kirko Work something, twerk something Bitch fuck me now she worth something Gas tank on E, it ain't worth fronting Tryna stunt on me the worst coming (okay) Motherfuckers gonna need some plumbing I am the shit and I feel like eating something, feeding my stomach Give me a rapper, make it a hundred Fuck it, give em the hubble telescope They couldn't see the youngin', no! Fuck it let 'em get a lil' something Bring 'em to the block do a lil stuntin', that ain't nothing Everywhere where I go I'm putting on, I ain't bluffing Everywhere where I go I'm putting on, bitch I run it Kells This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho (Feeling like Pac tho, thug life) Picture me rollin' (picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' (picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac thou (Feeling like Pac tho, thug life) Picture me rollin' (picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' (picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' Picture me rich Picture everybody with a picture of me hangin' on the wall like Prince Picture your favorite R&B singer Lookin at a picture on her phone of my big ol' dick Picture me living like Biggie The real Frank White, I'm the king of my city Picture all this shit starting as a dream Staring at a picture of Martin Luther King, bitch That's my reaction Trying to make it happen from rapping Trying to avoid me a casket Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping My whole squad done turned to a fraction 'Cause Tony Montana's right up the block from us, dawg It's hard not to get caught up in it at all Hard not to ball Sales for yayo, then jail, then someone goes talk to the law Please God tell me that ain't true Tell me name on that paper work ain't you If you ain't snitching then why is you home Stupid decision bitch better get goin' Three in the morn I can't get rest so I turn over pick up that thirty eight special You bust in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe Twenty five stranded on death row This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho (Feeling like Pac tho, thug life) Picture me rollin' (picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' (picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac thou (Feeling like Pac tho, thug life) Picture me rollin' (picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' (picture me rollin') Picture me rollin'