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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
Writer(s): Tarrel Cornelious Gulledge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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