Bronze and Brainz Productions - F.U.T.W lyrics

[Intro] Just let me be great, let me be great I feel like mothaf**in' Ca**ius Clay right now, Genius! Don't be good my n***a, be great After that government cheese, we eating steak After the projects, now we on estates I'm from the bottom, I know you can relate [Hook] f** up the world Just f** up this world f** up the world [Verse 1] Me and destiny got a date Martin had a dream, Hov got a team My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring Parades down Flatbush, Confetti on my fur Turn right in Red Hook, n***as heavy on the curb See most my n***as died early twenties or late teens I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime 1% of a billion more than n***as even seen Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean [Hook] f** up this world f** up the, uhh [Verse 2] High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl Came through Pasadena in the low-low Just to show respect to the cholos Feelin' like a stranger in my own land Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland I just want a shot to show my genius Standing on the top hold my penis America tried to emasculate the greats Murder Malcolm, gave Ca**ius the shakes Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble Try to dim your lights tell you be humble You know I'm gon' shine like a trillion watts You know a n***a trill as Michael Jackson socks Sendin' light out to Compton and the hundred blocks Lil ba*tard boy, basking on top [Hook] I f** up this world Just f** up this world Let's f** up the world f** up the, uhh [Verse 3] Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak He in a Cadillac; me? I'm in the Maybach This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks This is black leather pants and a pair of Stance Socks is my synopsis is clear Got stripclubs feeling like Oxford, I swear Teacher-teacher, I'm trying to unteach ya All the sh** they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees You front row everywhere, you in the H.O.V.'s Jordan 1's and dungarees And that's just the half of my warpath Make a million another million let my n***as make a million 'til we all check a billion, sh** it's just the way I'm feeling We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top Cause the bars don't struggle and the struggle don't stop [Hook] Just f** up this world