World on My Shoulders lyrics

[Intro]
Olympicks
Uh
Yeah
Elz, what's poppin? Yeah
sh*t, we got these n*ggas like white folks 500 years ago, man
Haha
Uh, let's go

[Verse 1]
Long time coming, I can't feel my f*ckin' face
Weezy on the track, murder was the f*ckin' case
Me? I just be chillin' like a villain off a killing
I could have my goons clean you out like penicillin
I could paint the walls with yo' blood like acrylic
Chopper leave you with a half back, Corey Dillon
Michael Jackson, off the wall, Weezy, no ceilings
And b*tch, I'm still ballin' like Bo Diddley
Yeah, let's do this sh*t, I do this sh*t
Scary movie on my hip, keep a extra movie clip
Weezy F. Baby, and tonight, the F for foolishness
Two pony tails, damn right, Punky Brewster, b*tch
I'm sicker than your granny, take the baby, kill the nanny
Get a blind ho pregnant, she'll never see the baby daddy
I'm a addict, a addict for suck, swallow and slave
You pus*y ass n*ggas got me turning in my grave
[Chorus]
I got the whole f*ckin' world on my shoulders
And I got everybody breathing down my back
And I try to get high to get over
Now you can catch a nut or catch a contact
Yeah, I got the whole f*ckin' world on my shoulders
And I got everybody breathing down my back
And I try to get high to get over
Now you can catch a nut or catch a contact
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I don't give a sh*t ho, you can kiss my di*k hole
Don't snort no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
But you can't tell that to this nose
Got the world on the end of my fish pole
Bad b*tches at my dispose
f*ck you talking 'bout, b*tch? I ain’t cold, I'm Nat King Cole
I unload, then I reload
Put the gun to your earlobe
I'll rob anybody, sh*t, I'll rob a Dinero
Shout out to my heroes, Mary Jane and Lor-i-tab
I'm so swagged out, I put your head in her Louis bag
I'm off the wall, I'm off the motherf*ckin' wall, y'all
I'll put a b*tch through hell with gasoline drawers on
It's like my minds a parking lot, but all the cars gone
And seein' pussies get shot, give me a hard on
Pause, some of these n*ggas is the laws
And some of these blood suckers need straws
Yeah, it's Weezy Baby, mothaf*cka
I'll D.O.A them motherf*ckas, yeah
[Chorus]
I got the whole f*ckin' world on my shoulders
And I got everybody breathing down my back
And I try to get high to get over
Now you can catch a nut or catch a contact
Yeah, I got the whole f*ckin' world on my shoulders
And I got everybody breathing down my back
And I try to get high to get over
b*tch, you can catch a nut or catch a contact
Yeah