(Hook)
F*ck the world, Planet VI
Middle fingers gone up to the goverment
I hear them talking not making any sence
We out here dying over dead president
(Verse)
Big bank take little bank they ain't got no mercy
Tax man taking everything never reimburses
All my friends they locked up or they riding in them herces
You know now I'm so uptown I'm killing all these verses
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
I go hard in the studio like it's a 9 to 5
And never worry and why , why would I cry
When bills always gonna be here nigga even when I die
Nigga say they real quick,we the only one talking real shit
That Bun B, that Pimpsy that Unground, natural shit
Nigga I'm so planetar, so new world, so out of chair
So mess with me right now I'ma be around the next 10 galley
(Hook x2)
F*ck the world, Planet VI
Middle fingers gone up to the goverment
I hear them talking not making any sence
We out here dying over dead president
(Verse)
Hussle and raps ain't enough when you're broke
That's when they bubbling crack and smuggling coke
Do whatever it takes even if you muscle in bow
Say I'm corrupting them kids, bitch I'm giving them hope
Ok cops hate 'cause they salary is what you make in one week
Your mama straight your rent's paid from going hard in them streets
I'm here to exercise my rights, freedom of speech
Yo mom's black but he ain't got it
Your kids still gotta eat
Flow so cold like Alaska but don't get it twisted
I'm still hot, I'm so pro black as if Malcom X never got pot
But I ain't no racist so why give a hell what you said
I we say f*ck the police, 'cause even white people hate cops
(Hook x2)
F*ck the world, Planet VI
Middle fingers gone up to the goverment
I hear them talking not making any sence
We out here dying over dead president
(Verse)
I'm ridin' around with my keen flow
Money ain't nothing I been broke
We were tryin' to make dough what the f*ck you think we rhyme for
Everyday we hussle, everyday we grind hoe
Thanking God for every day 'cause we might not see tomorrow
F*ck your world it's bullshit, citizens we don't cool ,kid
Some more sky with that G style yeah we be on that new shit
If we're not hot then prove it, please don't make me lose it
'Cause I take care of all of mine from smuggling this music
Well meet my nigga Joseph and he stacking on some slow mo
Praise my nigga Irvin and Jamal my nigga TO
Who cares if you don't like me I got love from all my people
And we do this er'day go and ask my nigga Ray Gustavo
(Hook x2)
F*ck the world, Planet VI
Middle fingers gone up to the goverment
I hear them talking not making any sence
We out here dying over dead president