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letra de fuck tha world - kasinova the don

yeah
rated g aka kasinova
(courtney b)
it’s kinda crazy how things wind up
seems like when you try to get away, sh-t just keep pulling you back, keep pulling you closer
there’s only one way i can say this

[verse 1]
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 and sisters
mama always had it hard so now i’m begging for riches
got my mind based on dirty games, how can i change?
when i’m stuck in the flames feelin’ nothin’ but pain
a juvenile couldn’t crack a smile
i’m only five feet, praying for another mile
when will they find me?
drownin’ in my own blood, demons behind me
clownin’ while we slagin’ drugs, clutchin’ my 9-3
bustin’ at them f-cking scrubs, i wish they’d try me
just knowin’ how the block was, we couldn’t find peace
hoping that they give me love
at times i couldn’t sleep until a n-gg- got a buzz
burning the streets deep
i’m still runnin’ for that major league
i hope you understand the pain that they givin’ me

[hook]
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- they don’t give a f-ck about me
with all the pain i’ve seen in bein’ raised a g
i’m screamin “f-ck the world!”
(i’m screamin “f-ck the world!”)
i’m screamin “f-ck the world!”
(i’m screamin “f-ck the world!”)
they don’t give a f-ck about me

[verse 2]
it was my elevation that got me ready to ride
reinsertin’ revelations that had me ready to die
i close my eyes and picture better days
i’m like a walkin’, f-ckin’ bomb with a box of grenades
somebody help me, i’ve been trouble since
guns burst, even worse, leavin’ cars with dents
what is worse? black he-rs-, families died within
but now it’s crazy ’cause we living in h-ll
where everything is hot, including salesw
we tried to make an honest living
where every move we made, we wound up back in prison
so i say “f-ck it” with my pistols and rhyme
another young motherf-cker with an everlasting grind
they tried to murder my spirit but barely took it away
i wasn’t perfect, you heard it in every lyric i say
it wasn’t curtains for burdens and now they bodies at lay
we been deserted, they heard it, and now we making them pay

[verse 3]
when i fade for the moment
i see my opponents stay on me like i got a warrant
i’m pistol packin’ now they eyes on it
we’ve been abused and accused of sh-t we didn’t do
i made a move now these fools got a f-ckin’ issue
-ss-ssinate my adversaries cause they livin’ to die
wanna see me buried now so my kids can cry
askin’ all these questions “mama, where my daddy at?”
sick as h-ll of cells, got me thinkin’, i ain’t coming back
i kept a tight hand
i’m paranoid, can’t afford to be sleeping with my pistols on my night stand
skipped school to make moves with my road dogs
i had to choose between my goons and the schoolyard
books were sweet, but the streets was me
i fell in love with g-ngb-ngin’ cause i had to eat
became a victim of a system of tragic endings i reccommend it
apologies for this ‘thug’ image, and f-ck the world!

- kasinova the don

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