Across tha World - Tha God Fahim, JuJu Gotti

Uh, I don’t care whatchu got to say about me, man

Fuck these niggas, man, y’know

Uh, check it

Ion want nothing to do with these niggas

Yo, uh

Check it

I got people taking trips just to see me

I got people supporting me, copping my CD

I remember when I use to roam to city, giving freebies

Tryna get the word heard, sometimes I wish I had a genie

So I could wish all these demons to free me

Can’t turn my back on my people, they need me

Can’t skip a beat, no influence from TV

I let the ink bleed 'cause this life isn’t easy

I had to get my concentration back

I had to speak to conspicuous facts

Had to relax, reach my peak

A nigga gotta slay tracks

Every rhyme is like a battle with max

With no plaques, I spit it pure as Aloe vera plants

Bitches shake they ass, asking me to dance

Pulling on my plants

Got the dick strong like Lance

But beware, the Glock in my pants

It’s no safety, can’t no rap nigga replace me

Re-banking our band camp funds, my niggas lace me

My people look out for me, they believe in me

I’m killing MC’s like Kenny

We thuggin' all across the world

We thuggin' all across the world

We thuggin' all across the world

All across the world

We thuggin' all across the world

We thuggin' all across the world

All across the world

If you don’t like my shit then don’t play it

If you respect us, son, I’m grateful you can pay it

Play it

If you don’t got the money then save it

But there’s always ways to get it

Stepping my way, part ways so I blaze, you feel it

I’m blazing haze with my niggas that hit it

Remember days not living

Hungry like gremlins

Stomach rumbling thinking of killings

The streets have blood spilling

Need, throw me four million

Police bothering me at the mall when I’m chilling

When I was at school in Hars I was drug dealing

Tryna get some products just to get a little filling

Pop’s house had the .22s in the ceiling

Moms kicked me out 'cause I was really yelling

Time’s running out, it’s a bill due

No, cold winds’ll chill you

Searching for a texture

Right before I make it in the shelter

These 4−5s will melt you

Hopping out a bucket

The '94 Honda wasn’t perfect

Treat it like it’s worthless

They shooting up the funerals and churches

Fucking up the purposes, cold world

Seen plenty niggas die fuckin' with old girl

I keep the rhyme going

The hourglass is a slow swirl

It runs out fast in the same earl

All across the world

All across the world