Pick The World Up

Lights flashing through the limousine tint And everything that's in the past, that don't mean shit I put in work cuz I been tryna go achieve shit If you ain't tryna start your grind then you a green bitch Niggas sit down waiting round for a handout or for a plate Lucky if somebody give em game instead of give em cake Nigga fake, run around the city with that prop change You ain't Lil Wayne, you ain't dropping shit but niggas names Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fucking head Now he dead, reminiscing bout his plans To break bread with the family when he get in See they ain't tell you I was smart enough to spin bin, sad case, another rapper on the street Another rapper getting burnt up like a torch on the beach Another rapper think he hood but he ain't really from the street And I pack em but I let em be until that nigga tweak Now I catch a melody, every track I'm talking bout that fatality Run around, catch a body, over and repeat Somebody run up on me, I be squeezing at his bean, take em out his misery On the side though, I been having nightmares I was with my side hoe, she was mad as f*ck Cause I ain't beat it in the Tahoe Then went through my phone and now somebody out my side though That FN TAC erases memories, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fucking head Now he dead, reminiscing bout his plans To break bread with the family when he get in See they ain't tell you I was smart enough to spin bin, sad case, another rapper on the street Another rapper getting burnt up like a torch on the beach Another rapper think he hood but he ain't really from the street And I pack em but I let em be until that nigga tweak