World Got Me Lyrics

Too many people to keep eye on

Too many people that I rely on

I gotta get out, I gotta figure it out

World got me meds, world got me dead

Word word word

World got me channelling assholes

World got me caught in scenarios

Do the world want me dead? Hell if I know

Caught in a loop, a tightening lasso

My throat can't handle

I'm broke, and I be better than the rest

I'm broke, and I be better than the rest

I'll drop the beat out just to tell y'all clearly

I'm the best teenager rapper y'all's are nobodies

Uh fuck contest, I'll bat a man

Ima hitman flipping how you C Dees fakes

For music money

They all fake their ones got a golden snitch

The 9 burst rounds seaking em out

And now I'm calling them out

This a calendar now

Xs across the board mark the day when these eyes were closed

Knifes were shown

Pain was known

The story remains untold

Too many times men they make the mistake they

Meant to move towards me they mysteriously can't get close

TMs across my verses

You you can't copy this

Flow so fluid watermarks my words

And now my words mark the end my many

But not me see

I made a stew just so I could eat

But I'm sick of the poor washing the riches feet

Hear no complaints from too many

Hear say to them, today they count money

Here lays my bed, ket, coke and henny

Fear old mandates, relate hate to all bodies

World got me

World got me

I could count up on one hand how many people that I trust

The result is how I throw my hands if I really must

I could beat up all your men

I would beat em by mile

Lay a hand on one of my own

If you wanna see your tongue through a smile

Huh

Quiet for months

But I come back with a loaded gun

See I made this beat

So I own my own

This lead on my paper be lead in your home

Blow out speakers

Ugh yeah

Best believe it

Ugh yeah

I'm the best teenage rapper since

I don't made it my mission

Y'all Rolling out a bed and roll up a spliff

Y'all be rapping about head and fucking a bitch

You relating to my dreads, twisted holding a piece

And I been, I been, I been fucking up the world

Since two thousand and three

Pussy ass bitches sweating

Yeah they all gon know me

You'd have thought that they've be praying

The way that they been on knees

Dick suckers to the CEOs

And now I'm throwing them bones

Get your bitch ass up

And I been fucking up the world since two thousand and three

This the zero three season and I'm bout to detail my agony

Tell him to leave quietly if he can't handle sanitary

These pussys bout to bleed from their ears

Their walls collapsing

When I speak

They relapse when I'm over speakers

I curse em out with my beats alone

Eight o eights at the door

You feel em shaking the floor

If you scared then we aiming to maim

Get your bitch ass up

I been fucking up the world since two thousand and three

I could count up on one hand how many people that I trust

The result is how I throw my hands if I really must

I could beat up all your men

I would beat em by a mile

Lay a hand on one of my own

If you wanna see your tongue through a

The world got me feeling like I'm alone

I'm looking in the distance no ones coming home

If I act like I ain't care on beats

And act hard on feats

Then maybe the cycle I feel I'm in won't repeat

I need a peace of mind

Over time I'm feeling my soul leave my body

Cause I got no body

The world got me

Pushing my girl away

Cause I'm scared of commitment

And the promise that I made

Brace yourself like bones broken all over place

Eat rappers With slick flows despite what on my plate

Ain't need to pray, it second nature I do it with grace

What I spit on the mic stuns, I spray like mace

Or AKs, penetrate with whatever I ever say

I never play tho

I gon mould the world like play do

But what do it mean if i reach the top

And no one by side

And I'm left kicking the rocks

The world got me

The world got me

The world got me looking over shoulder

When I'm walking in town

One wrong look and I would be under ground

The world got my mouth zipped

When I'm cornered

Too scared to have my mam called by coroner's, doctors

All cause when they mocked us

I responded, curb stomping boots

Leave a trace on my crown

We've come full circle

Dirt to dirt

Stone marks my ground

My future nowhere to be found now