Rp - WWW (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Have you eva felt so small like no one at all
Understood or sat down to try to see who you really are
Well it's a dog eat dog world and the bitches starve
Or get 8te, so wht's ya f*ckin fussin 4or
Wonder why we grubbin more, we juss want it more
Can't you hear our stomachs roar
Well get ready to rumble cause here I come for y'all
My hunger haunts
And bitch I'm ghost wit tht back and forth; tug of war
Got plenty artillery, but rather pull this art
So articulate, juss tryna get my point across
While haters idle posted up like tumblr blogs
Got ladies head over heels like somersaults
My niggas flip em like someone off
Not to be explicit, juss givin the business
My rendition, if you offended I'm still continuing
Cause you listenin; won't stop till I'm paid in full attention from the

Now you ain't gotta mind me, juss tryna be all I can dream
Give hope to the people along with power and teach democracy
Cause our government's a mockery, hypocrisy
Shit ain't been the same since Pac deceased
Live like philosophy and wisdom's obsolete
It cost to be ignorant, niggas out knowledge free
And obviously broke claimin money makin problems leave
Or pla(y)in blind like Stevie on keys
In life; I Wonder
Will it take me under, while at the top of the peak
Sometimes it's too hard to see the light in those Dark Nights
Ayo rest in peace to Robin and Heath; its no Joker I know
Got haters sick, like the condom had leaked
Or had holes poked by they side hoe and now she optin to keep
Man I be f*ckin heads up; bitches swallow me clean
Bottom to top on they knees
Juss got me feelin like king of the

Life's like a rollercoaster with all its up and downs
There's no coastin the road to riches, there's bumps for miles
But it's go hard or go home, I'm hard wit no home
A rolling stone; I hold my own
Roaming like a mobile phone
Destiny called and said don't stop believe in the journey
Hoe I'm on my way
It's been a long time comin and won't stop fo
Emotionalism
A nigga moved by the money
F*ck beef and whoeva mad at R
React to all tht bullshit like a matador
You niggas like my bitches bickering and slammin doors
Haters'll neva win me ova; I let you have tht loss
You wacker than Macklemore havin the award
I let you finish but R.A. Par ahead faster than all ya'll
Cause my mind quicker
Rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter
Or any crime nigga tht rhyme or touch a mic in the