World Series

[Verse 1] Kells Who the fuck want it with him? We ball like the Indians at the World Series 8th inning I'm gone, rolling with Nicole Kidman I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business We in the jungle with the guerrillas We in the streets with the 4 wheelers Don't speak I am no witness You got beef? Put an end to you talking like long sentence, period Motherfucker I'm serious Who ya favorite rapper, I'm curious? He ain't living out them words He ain't used Machine Gun's verse on the track cause his ass got murdered I'm talking in the 3rd I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the Burgh You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first So you better not get on my nerves, biatch I need herb tho, keep me moving like turtle Keep me seeing this purple Keep it banging like Kirko Work something, twerk something Bitch fuck me now she worth something Gas tank on E, it ain't worth fronting Try to stunt on me the worst coming Motherfuckers gonna need some plumbing I am the shit And I feel like eating something Feeding my stomach Give me a rapper, make it a hundred Fuck it, give em the hubble telescope They couldn't see the youngin' No, fuck it let 'em get a lil something Bring em to the block do a lil stuntin', that ain't nothing Everywhere where I go I'm putting on I ain't bluffing Everywhere where I go I'm putting on Bitch I run it Kells [Hook] This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho, (Thug life) Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' [Verse 2] Picture me rich Picture everybody with a picture of me hangin' on the wall like Prince Picture your favorite R&B singer Lookin at a picture on her phone of my big ol' dick Picture me living like Biggie The real Frank White, I'm the king of my city Picture all this shit starting as a dream Staring at a picture of Martin Luther King Bitch that's my reaction Trying to make it happen from rapping Trying to avoid me a casket Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping My whole squaddone turned to a fraction Cause Tony Montana right up the block from us, dawg It's hard not to get caught up in it at all Hard not to ball Sales for yayo, then jail, then someone goes talk to the law Please God tell me it ain't true Tell me name on that paper work ain't you If you ain't snitching then why is you home Stupid decision bitch better get gone 3 in the morn, I can't get rest so I turn over pick up that .38 special, You bust in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe 25 stranded on death row [Hook] This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho, (Thug life) Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me rollin'