I want it, I want it, I want it I want it, you'll give it to me! Don't worry about a thing, fuck the world We just stay in bed all day Daddy got game, daddy brought it From Africa to LA I could be your daddy Make everything okay Shut the fuck up, be a

(No chill no chill no) Got no chill tonight People searching for answers While the world's spinning faster They say love is the answer All you see is dollar signs (Dollar signs) You lose your mind, you lose your fucking mind Dollars signs Said fuck this

Now blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found

When it feels (feels) like the world's gone mad (mad) And there's nothing you can do (do) about it No there's nothing you can do about it (about it) You don't wanna fuck with us British to the very last You wanna make some money So this is where we are

Notorious and shit I wouldn't trade it for the world I'm infamous but damn you can't help but love this shit Leave it to me from here We're back again, you know we're not fucking around Got a bottle of jack in our hands You trying keep up kid? Let's see

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that

I just don't give a fuck! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2pac Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you Warm it up, warm it up Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit (Bobby) This world is my contraption (Bobby) I was born and raised in the trap, son (Bobby) Talk shit get

This is the Invasion! The Evil Genius Green Lantern! Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World" (It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop) You ain't got the right to bear arms, huh? Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm (Lick shots, lick

What about that life Trapped in a world where money controls you Hustle hard or be a piece of shit Watching the tears rolling down your face I'm throwing away diamonds Suck my fuck I'm a bad motherfucker not a fucking role model Fuck church, hit a bong,