Tha God Fahim, JuJu Gotti - Across tha World

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Uh, I don’t care whatchu got to say about me, man
Fuck these niggas, man, y’know
Uh, check it
Ion want nothing to do with these niggas
Yo, uh
Check it
I got people taking trips just to see me
I got people supporting me, copping my CD
I remember when I use to roam to city, giving freebies
Tryna get the word heard, sometimes I wish I had a genie
So I could wish all these demons to free me
Can’t turn my back on my people, they need me
Can’t skip a beat, no influence from TV
I let the ink bleed 'cause this life isn’t easy
I had to get my concentration back
I had to speak to conspicuous facts
Had to relax, reach my peak
A nigga gotta slay tracks
Every rhyme is like a battle with max
With no plaques, I spit it pure as Aloe vera plants
Bitches shake they ass, asking me to dance
Pulling on my plants
Got the dick strong like Lance
But beware, the Glock in my pants
It’s no safety, can’t no rap nigga replace me
Re-banking our band camp funds, my niggas lace me
My people look out for me, they believe in me
I’m killing MC’s like Kenny
We thuggin' all across the world
We thuggin' all across the world
We thuggin' all across the world
All across the world
We thuggin' all across the world
We thuggin' all across the world
All across the world
If you don’t like my shit then don’t play it
If you respect us, son, I’m grateful you can pay it
Play it
If you don’t got the money then save it
But there’s always ways to get it
Stepping my way, part ways so I blaze, you feel it
I’m blazing haze with my niggas that hit it
Remember days not living
Hungry like gremlins
Stomach rumbling thinking of killings
The streets have blood spilling
Need, throw me four million
Police bothering me at the mall when I’m chilling
When I was at school in Hars I was drug dealing
Tryna get some products just to get a little filling
Pop’s house had the .22s in the ceiling
Moms kicked me out 'cause I was really yelling
Time’s running out, it’s a bill due
No, cold winds’ll chill you
Searching for a texture
Right before I make it in the shelter
These 4−5s will melt you
Hopping out a bucket
The '94 Honda wasn’t perfect
Treat it like it’s worthless
They shooting up the funerals and churches
Fucking up the purposes, cold world
Seen plenty niggas die fuckin' with old girl
I keep the rhyme going
The hourglass is a slow swirl
It runs out fast in the same earl
All across the world
All across the world