Issue No 194 To The World Lyrics

I got a picture for a magazine
Your momma said she was free,free
So she gave a lot to the world

Lookin' back at all my life
Tel me what I'm doing again
This is just a game and it's all fucked up
Do what your dealers do
I used to sell crack, hoe
Sending different kind of dope
I'm bumping all your bed, hoe
Forget about my base line
Nigg play your part right
Homie get your heart right
So make sure you treat your own life right

I've been keepin' my swag right
Fuck niggaz, you're so weak

We pray you bring your course back

I see and I hope it's crossin' me
Your momma said she was free, free
So she gave her life to the world
To the world, to the world

Well I was lookin' over my life
Wtf am I doing wrong?
Fighting all these girl,just so you can go and sing your song
The game is around hoping you can back down
You said you did your art
Half of that without a sound

You said you wanted no promises
Why he's switchin'?
Why he's bitchin'?
Caught a nigga rock'n rolling
He said it was just a fact
I've got no voice
I'm the man driving a Rolls Royce
Momma said don't you think way back
I said fuck the world
We don't open doors

I see and I hope it's crossin' me
Your momma said she was free, free
So she gave her life to the world
To the world, to the world

I see and I hope it's crossin' me
Your momma said she was free, free
So she gave her life to the world
To the world, to the world