In this world full of crime, I play a good villain I'm like Victor Von Doom, how I stay
In the hood with it, playin' this good rich Say bye-bye nigga, I send a ten-piece spicy
Like some Popeye chicken And my green so strong, call it Popeye spinach
I pop out with it, just give me about five, ten minutes
Shit, gunnin' for the dope, I send a hunnid to your door
Front porch, I jumped off that bitch twenty years ago
I remember, we were broke, havin' to chip on the smoke
I just threw my brother a o, but what I gave him was hope
We like the best that ever did it or done it Keep it a hunnid, we don't stand on business
We run it, ain't nothin' funny, ain't no tellin' what we could've been
Shout out my brothers, they my niggas, we ain't doin' friends
And we just tryin' to do it big, I do it for the ones that we can't do it with
I lost so many loved ones, and love again, feel like foolishness, but f*ck it
From the top to the bottom, look how much I accomplished
Tried to paint these folks a picture, they didn't see me as a artist
Till I focused on my vision and planted seeds for the harvest
Catalog full, I can drop from here to August I still battle with myself, that what make me go the hardest
They didn't care about me then, till I was shinin' through the darkness
Gotta gain the plenty of people, really, I'm just bein' modest, made the image so clean
VVS, I'm lookin' flawless, still don't f*ck with hypocrites
They didn't stay true to they promise, yeah, say they didn't stay true to they promise
Ayy, go with your mood, let me know that you realize why I'ma do damage
Seems great to the Lord, he know I'm for real, me and him got a good understanding
Late nights, I was hungry, my stomach was growlin, ain't have enough bread for a sandwich
Now my pockets obese, they lookin' like me, shit, I got enough dough for the family
Made it out of the trenches, I'm winnin' my games, you know that I'm all about my vengeance
A lot of these niggas be fake, when I step to the plate, I'ma swing for the fences
Tramatik - The World (feat. Murda Gwapacino) Lyrics
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In this world full of crime, I play a good villain I'm like Victor Von Doom, how I stay
In the hood with it, playin' this good rich Say bye-bye nigga, I send a ten-piece spicy
Like some Popeye chicken And my green so strong, call it Popeye spinach
I pop out with it, just give me about five, ten minutes
Shit, gunnin' for the dope, I send a hunnid to your door
Front porch, I jumped off that bitch twenty years ago
I remember, we were broke, havin' to chip on the smoke
I just threw my brother a o, but what I gave him was hope
We like the best that ever did it or done it Keep it a hunnid, we don't stand on business
We run it, ain't nothin' funny, ain't no tellin' what we could've been
Shout out my brothers, they my niggas, we ain't doin' friends
And we just tryin' to do it big, I do it for the ones that we can't do it with
I lost so many loved ones, and love again, feel like foolishness, but f*ck it
From the top to the bottom, look how much I accomplished
Tried to paint these folks a picture, they didn't see me as a artist
Till I focused on my vision and planted seeds for the harvest
Catalog full, I can drop from here to August I still battle with myself, that what make me go the hardest
They didn't care about me then, till I was shinin' through the darkness
Gotta gain the plenty of people, really, I'm just bein' modest, made the image so clean
VVS, I'm lookin' flawless, still don't f*ck with hypocrites
They didn't stay true to they promise, yeah, say they didn't stay true to they promise
Ayy, go with your mood, let me know that you realize why I'ma do damage
Seems great to the Lord, he know I'm for real, me and him got a good understanding
Late nights, I was hungry, my stomach was growlin, ain't have enough bread for a sandwich
Now my pockets obese, they lookin' like me, shit, I got enough dough for the family
Made it out of the trenches, I'm winnin' my games, you know that I'm all about my vengeance
A lot of these niggas be fake, when I step to the plate, I'ma swing for the fences
In the hood with it, playin' this good rich Say bye-bye nigga, I send a ten-piece spicy
Like some Popeye chicken And my green so strong, call it Popeye spinach
I pop out with it, just give me about five, ten minutes
Shit, gunnin' for the dope, I send a hunnid to your door
Front porch, I jumped off that bitch twenty years ago
I remember, we were broke, havin' to chip on the smoke
I just threw my brother a o, but what I gave him was hope
We like the best that ever did it or done it Keep it a hunnid, we don't stand on business
We run it, ain't nothin' funny, ain't no tellin' what we could've been
Shout out my brothers, they my niggas, we ain't doin' friends
And we just tryin' to do it big, I do it for the ones that we can't do it with
I lost so many loved ones, and love again, feel like foolishness, but f*ck it
From the top to the bottom, look how much I accomplished
Tried to paint these folks a picture, they didn't see me as a artist
Till I focused on my vision and planted seeds for the harvest
Catalog full, I can drop from here to August I still battle with myself, that what make me go the hardest
They didn't care about me then, till I was shinin' through the darkness
Gotta gain the plenty of people, really, I'm just bein' modest, made the image so clean
VVS, I'm lookin' flawless, still don't f*ck with hypocrites
They didn't stay true to they promise, yeah, say they didn't stay true to they promise
Ayy, go with your mood, let me know that you realize why I'ma do damage
Seems great to the Lord, he know I'm for real, me and him got a good understanding
Late nights, I was hungry, my stomach was growlin, ain't have enough bread for a sandwich
Now my pockets obese, they lookin' like me, shit, I got enough dough for the family
Made it out of the trenches, I'm winnin' my games, you know that I'm all about my vengeance
A lot of these niggas be fake, when I step to the plate, I'ma swing for the fences
Writer: Martrel Hargrove
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid