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kprince - fuck tha world lyrics

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[intro: kasanova]
hahahaha
yeah
ready g aka kasanova
(courtney b!)
s’kinda crazy how things wind up
(i see you homeboy)
seems like when you try to get away, sh-t just keep pulling you back, keep pulling you closer..
(what the f-ck we supposed to do now?)
there’s only one way i can say this..

[verse 1: kasanova tha don]
i caught myself staring at the wall
it’s kinda hard ’cause i’m barely believing
that my life is scarred
playing the father figure to my little brothers & sisters
mama always had it hard so now i’m begging for riches
i got my mind based on dirty games
how can i change
when i’m stuck in the flames
feeling nothing but pain
a juvenile couldn’t crack a smile
i’m only 5 feet
praying for another mile
when will they find me, drowning in my own blood?
demons behind me, clowning while we slang drugs
clutching my 9 free
busting at them f-ckin; scrubs
i wish they’d try me
just knowing how the block was
we couldn’t find peace
hoping that they’d give me love
at times i couldn’t sleep until a n-gg- got a buzz
burning the streets deep
i’m still running for that major league
i hope you understand the game that they givin’ me

[hook: mr. bo’z tha spokesman]
owowow
hatin’ n-gg-s wanna take my life (my life)
cops tried to lock me up last night (last night)
but n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck about them ’cause
they don’t give a f-ck about me
(they don’t give a f-ck about me)
with all the pain i’ve seen
in being raised a g
i’m screaming “f-ck the world”
(i’m screaming “f-ck the world”)
i’m screaming “f-ck the world”
(i’m screaming “f-ck the world”)
they don’t give a f-ck about me…

[verse 2: kasanova tha don]
it was my elevation that got my ready to ride
beating certain revelations had me ready to die
i close my eyes and picture better days
i’m like a walking f-cking bomb with a box of grenades
somebody help me, i been trouble since
guns burst, even worse, leaving cars with dents
what is worse, black hurts, families die for them
but now it’s crazy ‘caus we living in h-ll
where everything is hot, including sales
we try to make an honest livin’, but every move we made
we’d wind up back in prison
so i say “f-ck it” with my pistols, and rhyme
another young motherf-cker with an everlasting crime
haha
they tried to murder my spirit but barely took it away
i wasn’t perfect, you heard it in every lyric i’d say
it was curtains for burdens, and now they bodies that lay
we been deserted, they heard it, and now we makin’ em pay

[hook: mr. bo’z tha spokesman]
owowow
hatin’ n-gg-s wanna take my life (my life)
cops tried to lock me up last night (last night)
but n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck about them ’cause
they don’t give a f-ck about me
(they don’t give a f-ck about me)
with all the pain i’ve seen
in being raised a g
i’m screaming “f-ck the world”
(i’m screaming “f-ck the world”)
i’m screaming “f-ck the world”
(i’m screaming “f-ck the world”)
they don’t give a f-ck about me…

[verse 3: kasanova tha don]
when i fear for the moment
i see my enemies, they on me like i got a warrant
i’m pistol packing, now they eyes on it
we been abused and accused of sh-t we didn’t do
i made a move now these fools got a f-cking issue
-ss-ssinate my adversaries, ’cause they living to die
wanna see me buried now so my kids can cry
asking all these questions, “mama where my daddy at?”
sick as h-ll, and sales got me thinkin i ain’t coming back
i kept a tight hand, i’m paranoid
can’t afford to be sleeping with my pistol on my nightstand
skipped school to make moves with my road-dogs
i had to choose between my goons or the school yard
books was sweet, but the streets was me
i fell in love with gang-banging ’cause i had to eat
became a victim of a system of tragic endings i recommended
apologies for this thug image, f-ck the world

[hook: mr. bo’z tha spokesman]
owowow
hatin’ n-gg-s wanna take my life (my life)
cops tried to lock me up last night (last night)
but n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck about them ’cause
they don’t give a f-ck about me
(they don’t give a f-ck about me)
with the pain i’ve seen
in being raised a g
i’m screaming “f-ck the world”
(i’m screaming “f-ck the world”)
i’m screaming “f-ck the world”
(i’m screaming “f-ck the world”)
they don’t give a f-ck about me…

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