Letras:
From First To Last World War Me

, oh girl, you look better blurry angel Why do we need to be sanitary when the world's so filthy anyway? Oh poor me, oh poor you, ohhh Oh poor me

oh girl, you look better blurry angel Why do we need to be sanitary when the world's so filthy anyway? Oh poor me, oh poor you, ohhh Oh poor me,

from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably. Now who pumped you and told you to come rump wit me? You the type to run your mouth and then run from me I

pitch red but da beat bop my head Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds I got kidnapped they took me to D.C. Have me working underground building missiles for World War

a state of awareness keeps me wishen i was thinkin should of reason i didn't really mean to stop the world from breathen, I was awake last night, Real late last

streets grow worse, fuck the whole world kid My money comes first 'cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody If you're not family, then you die by me

purple heart proven war vet rookie You can't even sit next to me Now bring money or death to me, or don't step to me Nah don't step nigga, march with

for me to grab I got's to have, stack all the cabbage From constructin' a drug traffic Police, a jam me in try to find a new pot to frame me in Aramians

"What'd you do last night?" "We did umm, two whole cars It was me, Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All