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Baby let's just fuck the world And run away Let us just leave this Earth And run away Baby let's just fuck the world And run away Let us just leave this Earth And run away I'm 'bout to take them boys to church Lord knows I'm so far from modest You gotta pay me my respect Then come pay me that deposit You ain't gotta show me love, I'm on my way into the bank Y'all busy beatin' 'round the bush, New York, I'd rather hear it Frank Besides my mama and my circle, I ain't got no one to thank I told the teller bring out fo' thousand hunnids, she thought it was a prank They thought I'd crash, burn, CM dropped me, thank God Baby signed me If not, I'd still think labels held the keys, I left that shit behind me All them setbacks ever did was show you who out really grindin' 'Cause when shit got hard, I still went hard and turned that into diamonds Ayy, at makin' it outta the mud, I am the poster child When you lost as much as I lost, you ain't supposed to smile Work packed in that black Sudan, we ride out at golden hour Could move yo' clique to Dagestan and you still ain't cold as ours (Cold as ours) Letras de cancionesBaby let's just fuck the world (Fuck the world, yeah) And run away (Black Sheep) Let us just leave this Earth (Forever, five-ever) And run away I'm 'bout to take them boys to church Lord knows I'm so far from modest You gotta pay me my respect Then come pay me that deposit I dropped two hunnid dollar mixtapes, got that blueprint off of Nip Black Sheep Records, dropped my balls and now everybody on the dick Gwalla used to front the pills, they'd calm my nerves to hit a lick Two thousand blues inside one ziplock bag, they thought he reppin' crip Now we 'bout ownership, outside with a big ass bone to pick All that sucker shit that y'all do for clout, I can't condone the shit Homie bluffin' every time he rap and got no poker chips Did two shows and ain't nobody show, he got no showmanship Shout my old management, sued me for a hunnid fifty thousand Taught me not to sign no paperwork 'cause folks ain't really 'bout it Rather put bread in my homie hand, grew up with no allowance Now we pissed off all the doubters, now we got a bigger balance Wake up, take money showers, y'all wake up, you throwin' in the towel You an agent of the state, might just nickname you Colin Powell Work packed in that black Sudan, we ride out at golden hour Could move yo' clique to Dagestan and you still ain't cold as ours (Cold as ours) Baby let's just fuck the world (Yeah, it's still fuck the world) And run away (Yeah, Black Sheep Records) Let us just leave this Earth (And fuck all the rest) And run away I'm 'bout to take them boys to church Lord knows I'm so far from modest You gotta pay me my respect Then come pay me that deposit I'm 'bout to take them boys to church Lord knows I'm so far from modest You gotta pay me my respect Then come pay me that deposit I done got too cocky From Letras Mania