Elite - See World lyrics

[Verse 1] Gettin higher than the soul of little Shaniya To the ones that k**ed her, hope you burn in fire I'm burnin' tires on the strip, tryna get a grip Liquor in the cupholder, tryna get a sip 6 shots of Hennessey, I'm still goin' strong Please numb me from the bullsh** that's goin' on That girl was 5 years old that they just murdered And did some wicked sh** to her that was unheard of You f**in' coward Ain't gotta tell em' go to Hell Cuz that's the sh** that make them other n***as sick in jail; So you gon' feel it Travel the world reppin' this city, know I'm gon' k** it But yet a n***a ain't got a clue.. How I'm gon' deal with all the bullsh** n***as sendin shots my way You put a hit out on me, think that I'm gon' stop? No way Gon' have to k** me, or witness a n***a livin' so filthy Young, black, and wealthy, n***a for that I'm guilty Still see all the fake sh** It's funny somehow thought the money could erase it No matter how much dough you got you gotta face it And to my n***as gone hope you in a better place If I make it I'll holla… [Hook] See World (See world, See world) You're no good See World (See world, See world) You're no good No matter how I hate flashbacks and rewinds Can't escape the pain that's trapped in my mind See World (See world, See world) You're no good [Verse 2] Yeah I got a chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget The industry overlook me for that I be holding grudges Wouldn't take a chance on me Suddenly it's, oh you love it Let's get a Cole feature that's gon' put you over budget Picture being broke with no pot to piss in And then suddenly your idols is your competition Used to be like God to me, slowly losing my religion As these notes from my composition turn to compositions, then Put it out and hope the World sing We sippin' liquor for the pain that the World bring We had dreams just to make it up the flag pole Just to find out that out heroes were some a** holes Y'all dont hear me, maybe you had the World figured out wrong When these n***as go from singing our songs to waiting on you Bout a year later the same ones be hatin' on you Every other record these rappers be faking on you We singing songs but we know that ain't true We know you gotta make the people pay you Cause either you play the game or watch the game play you And be that broke muthaf**er talkin bout “I stay true”