This World

[Verse 1] Ugh Man, Im focused on a million dollars, holler at me partner When you see me loading clips up to these verses like a chopper Man, I should become a doctor cause this Hip Hop need a hospital These rappers are getting a copy virus on your avenue But I just keep it factual Actual real tactical Creator like that Bastard dude Hanging just like testicles My girl be getting sexual After she raise the pressure From the blood in my head That be getting me all mystical So back up give me room I swear I need a finish move But I ain't even started yet You faker than a barbie set My 12th grade year I was yelling "Where the parties at?" But I could give a FUCK about a bitch Have a heart attack Arrest, like a cardiac Or sweat like a cardigan They handing out deals Well I just got to play my cards again But that hate shit No, I'm not falling in Q and them got at Mac But Im just waitin on them to call again Balling in, balling out That's all these rappers talk about I need to meet Luda' Cause I swear I got that word of mouth Thank God they heard me That fake shit is falling out Lames I'm not worried about Got all these bitches calling out [Hook] And I don't know where I'm going I'm just focused on this moment Its the chance of my life Best believe a nigga on it And the question always asked Is what the fuck I'm even doing in this world World, world Say I been hated, I been loved I done seen all types of drugs Been depressin, been some stressin Man a nigga had enough But the question always asked Is what the fuck I'm even doing in this world World, world What I'm doing in this world [Verse 2] Second verse is for my ex Fuck you and your next I can't say I don't love you But you don't get my respect Went through so much stress A nigga didn't eat man a nigga didn't rest Now I got a spanish ho With super duper breasts So this is my good-bye note Fuck you in your pie hole But I hate the fact I see this bitch Everytime my eyes close So I'mma do like Kanye say And I'mma drive slow Until I find love again (I won't find love again) So ya bitch gimme throat Get stuck to me like sticky notes One fuck, two fuck After that, bitch hit the do' I ain't got no time For bein drunk and all emotional But what I'm really tryna say Is I ain't got no hope for hoes They telling me I'm fixing to blow No homo though, they feel my flows But at the biggest moment of my life My bitch hit the do' Man I wasn't tight enough But shit, she wasn't dyke enough Until we meet again bitch I'm drinking this and lighting up [Hook]