Fuck the World Up

[Intro]
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo)
Day through I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Got my 'tec and liquor on my breath (yo, Stalin Majesty)

[Chorus 1]
I sit alone in this four corner room lightin' up some candles (woah)
Pistol fingers on a handle (woah)
Empty bottles of Jack Daniels (woah, woah)
I sit alone in this four corner room lightin' up some candles (woah)
Eyes low don't got a clear view (woah)
So I don't see you I don't hear you
Young nigga just too much to handle

[Verse 1]
9 all black, bitch my eyes all black
My attire - Fuck your heart bitch, cuz mines all black
B-O-T T-L-E, spend my time on that
"Don't watch me, watch TV", keep your eyes on that
Do you know just what you facin'?
In the basement ammunition leave you layin' where you stayin' and they stay blazin' Jamaican
Hoes and liquor, I'm not chasing
Fuck what the taste is, I just face it
Got no patience for that fake shit
I be strayin' from you lames, man

[Verse 2]
The squad is an army, hoe - But watch all y'all get torn apart
Commander of your army is a bitch - Joan of Arc
I'm about to fuck the world up a bit - Noah's Ark
You wanna avoid my rap?
It would benefit you to know the god
Fuck being a customer
I'm hustlin' the hustlers
I'm ducked off puff or somethin'
I'm blowin like a muffler
Man y'all niggas fuckin' up
The rap game I'ma fuck it up
Don't like it?
Then your luck is tough
Got 3 words for you "Suck it up"

[Chorus 2]
I sit alone in this four corner room lightin' up some candles (woah)
Pistol fingers on a handle (woah)
Empty bottles of Jack Daniels (woah, woah)
I sit alone in this four corner room lightin' up some candles (woah)
Eyes low don't got a clear view (woah)
So I don't see you I don't hear you
Young nigga just too much to handle

[Verse 3]
I'm too lit for the bullshit
I'm too slick niggas foolish
I'm rude and I'm a nuisance
I'm too slick gimme coochie
Lemme find out where the loot is
My dude don't try to loot me
Keep a toolie when I'm cruisin'
I be shootin' at your coofie

[Verse 4]
I'm on some swisha splittin' liquor sippin fuckery
Everyday be on that shit, hoe it ain't no luxury
You not tryna let me hit? Then I don't need yo company
Me and nina got you [?] that bitch is stuck on me
Yo wife wanna fuck with me
I tell her "Try your luck" but I can't be her leg to stand on
I hope she got a crutch
My hands, plus that bass, do the math
I just got in touch with halves, then subtract her like an add
She kept poppin' up
Disaster got the recipe
Keep the piece like temples
BBB and P serenity
Just me Mary and Hennessy
Ok I won't deny it
Mood swings I won't be quiet
I do shit because I like to
Give no fucks if you don't like it

[Chorus 3] (Repeat 2x)
I sit alone in this four corner room lightin' up some candles (woah)
Pistol fingers on a handle (woah)
Empty bottles of Jack Daniels (woah, woah)
I sit alone in this four corner room lightin' up some candles (woah)
Eyes low don't got a clear view (woah)
So I don't see you I don't hear you
Young nigga just too much to handle

[Outro]
(Fuck the world up, fuck the world up, fuck the world, fuck the world up)
Voices talk to me
(Fuck the world up, fuck the world up, fuck the world, fuck the world up)
Voices talk with me
Fuck this world up, fuck this world, fuck this world up
Fuck this world up, fuck this world, fuck this world up