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young lito - against the world lyrics

[verse 1]
i said lord, i need an award
i had no money, now i spend it when i’m bored
i came from the bottom, they say ‘d-mn, that n-gga saw it’
i feel my haters’ pain every time that i record
they say i’m too much
i was down, guess i done moved up
money make ‘em hate a n-gga more than the ku klux
you dude’s chuck, get a couple dollars, then move ses
them few bucks?—wifey spent more on her new b-tt
they say a n-gga changed now, ‘cause i’m gettin’ change now
and i stay in something foreign, i ain’t on the train now
i ain’t on the a, but i’m probably in the a
or somewhere out in la, mobbing with my n-gga dre
i do whatever i want, i mean whatever i say
[if you cool?] stay out my way, you’ll get hit by a stray
i’m young, wild, and so foul, f-ck a ref
see this tec ‘ll go ‘blahh-oww’, and take your breath
i’m so fresh and so clean, and yet a mess
my eyes red, my dope green, just like the jets
see n-gga, i blew money before it was blue money
you n-ggas is too funny, your re-up is shoe money

[hook]
living amongst vandals, we hooligan’ed up
[never maneuver with no handle, i shoot in a clutch?]
[he ain’t with us?], f-ck, he was doing too much
you ever smoke a blunt and feel like it’s just you and the dutch
against the world that we be in, locked with a key in?
can’t escape the hate even in a drop bm
[ride, this sh-t rising, i’m poppin’ your bm?]
no surprise, why you think they roll their eyes when they see him?

[verse 2]
still on that same sh-t i’ve been on
i’m trying to get rich, y’all still tryin’ to get on
the bench is what you sit on
i’m really in the game, y’all just n-ggas that i sh-t on
homie, i’m a legend, when i die i’m ‘a live on
i came up when that other n-gga had gave up
i flamed up, i’m on fire, now who could tame us?
wrist like mr. freeze, neck like mr. t’s
uncle tried to kick knowledge, i said ‘mister, please’
i don’t think these books gon’ get me a lambo
so i’m ‘a write these raps and let all of these grams go
for the low, ‘cause i’m about to blow up
then sh-t on these hatin’ -ss n-ggas until they throw up
man, every time i roll up, i’m fresh, looking like i just caught a zoe
nah, i’m just takin’ bands every f-ckin’ show
(you heard that?)
no more running out of [td?]
i’m running in your girl when she see me on the tv
neck all blingy, loius v beanie
hoppin’ out the six with the seats all creamy
ask your little brother, bet the n-gga wanna be me
i get whatever i want, it’s like i’ve got a genie

[hook]

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