Fuh tis World
• Written by Kalligraphy
Belly of the beast, jelly at the feast
Rich man wiping hands with diamond sheets
I can be that if I decided to choose greed
But I wanna happy image on my two feet
Holup, motherfucka Holup
If I want a good image for others to see
Isn’t that greed in a different way my G?
What separates what is a sin and what ain’t
If I go hard in the paint like brushes, am I a saint
If I go far and make money, do I become a snake
Too many questions with two many directions
I wish my life wasn’t bland, some iridescence
Yo fuck this world like Tupac said
Like the next guy wanna say, but is dead
I don’t ever wanna be somethig less the glory
I wanna be the moral of every story
Uh huh
Like, why’d the government explode the levees
Why weren’t they strong and heavily steady
Why did we send artillery to those in wars
We causing more deaths, and we get awards
Grandma said don’t leave without a prayer
My brother said don’t ever be a player
My mother said don’t be trapped in a layer
My father said you could become the mayor
Myself says, damn I couldn’t really do this shit
But it’s too late, my times up super quick
Dawg this ain’t funny, this is super Vick
I cause too many problems, duplicate
Yo fuck this world like Tupac said
Like the next guy wanna say, but is dead
I don’t ever wanna be somethig less the glory
I wanna be the moral of every story
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024