, set in my ways A limited life don't want to change Slow down it's not time to go Don't want to leave my little world What makes us afraid of progress
Traduction: Sick Of It All. Mon petit monde.
Stubborn, set in my ways A limited life don't want to change Slow down it's not time to go Don't want to leave my little world What makes us afraid of
f-ck it, I guess I'ma have to let these n-ggas know So I think it's time for these haters to get off my dick Got my own city, you can call it Bobtropolis
to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These
don't laught my anger, (resulted) from pressure, (exhaustion) my boys be (orphans), my voices, (is all bent), I'm tired (I'm coughing) my daddies, (divorcin), my momma (is hopin), my
Get yourself straight You a little too excited it's not your birthday You might as well be a rapper talking all that shit What the... you throwing things aite that's it You goin fix it
out Represent the world town Sick of all the shit that's keeping me down Dead from the waist down It's easy staying down I never thought about it twice
in a song, trying to find the right words so the whole world can sing along, and if i lie in a song it aint coz im writing it wrong, im just trying to
like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery Cause that's where all of my people rest I can't take the
and cocked And all enemies, must be dropped Fuck it I said it first, and I'ma say it again I'm in it to win, I'm never gon rest My 16's be like a quest
your click Welcome to my world, I'll show you pain you never seen it Slapping patches out of niggas, and I mean it, remember [Chris Ward] I know you smile in my
yeah, what, what, what... ATL, Harlem World, ATL ATL, Harlem World, ATL 112, Harlem World, 112 112, Harlem World, 112 Harlem World, ATL, 112 112, Harlem World
wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man Niggas lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryin
on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50 Cent]
jam and still you couldn't get it right Gettin' out of bed at night and checkin' my website Usin' a dead mic, jackin' other cats' beats Cause y'all producers
..Cause I'm not that kind of girl. And it's not my kind of world, no it's not for me not where I wanna be. how could you leave it all behind one day