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(Hook) Fuck the world, Planet VI Middle fingers gone up to the goverment I hear them talking not making any sence We out here dying over dead president (Verse) Big bank take little bank they ain't got no mercy Tax man taking everything never reimburses All my friends they locked up or they riding in them herces You know now I'm so uptown I'm killing all these verses I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired I go hard in the studio like it's a 9 to 5 And never worry and why , why would I cry When bills always gonna be here nigga even when I die Nigga say they real quick,we the only one talking real shit That Bun B, that Pimpsy that Unground, natural shit Nigga I'm so planetar, so new world, so out of chair So mess with me right now I'ma be around the next 10 galley (Hook x2) Fuck the world, Planet VI Middle fingers gone up to the goverment I hear them talking not making any sence We out here dying over dead president Letras de canciones(Verse) Hussle and raps ain't enough when you're broke That's when they bubbling crack and smuggling coke Do whatever it takes even if you muscle in bow Say I'm corrupting them kids, bitch I'm giving them hope Ok cops hate 'cause they salary is what you make in one week Your mama straight your rent's paid from going hard in them streets I'm here to exercise my rights, freedom of speech Yo mom's black but he ain't got it Your kids still gotta eat Flow so cold like Alaska but don't get it twisted I'm still hot, I'm so pro black as if Malcom X never got pot But I ain't no racist so why give a hell what you said I we say fuck the police, 'cause even white people hate cops (Hook x2) Fuck the world, Planet VI Middle fingers gone up to the goverment I hear them talking not making any sence We out here dying over dead president (Verse) I'm ridin' around with my keen flow Money ain't nothing I been broke We were tryin' to make dough what the fuck you think we rhyme for Everyday we hussle, everyday we grind hoe Thanking God for every day 'cause we might not see tomorrow Fuck your world it's bullshit, citizens we don't cool ,kid Some more sky with that G style yeah we be on that new shit If we're not hot then prove it, please don't make me lose it 'Cause I take care of all of mine from smuggling this music Well meet my nigga Joseph and he stacking on some slow mo Praise my nigga Irvin and Jamal my nigga TO Who cares if you don't like me I got love from all my people And we do this er'day go and ask my nigga Ray Gustavo (Hook x2) Fuck the world, Planet VI Middle fingers gone up to the goverment I hear them talking not making any sence We out here dying over dead president From Letras Mania