Me Against The World

Yea, uh, yeaaaaa

It's just me against the world bitch

Me against the world

It's just me against the world bitch

Me against the world

Uh, yea

It's just me against the world bitch

It's just me against the world

Man die he in t-shirt

Baby born doctor playing with the after birth

Larry davis with a fo fo

Master kush in the aire let the stress go

I need a pardon from the president, john fortay

Fuck payin taxes I got work all day

I hard head make it soft fast

Cause momma told em leave the streets alone

The next day he got blast

Recession, but the liquor store making money

Praying for them rainy days, to turn em sunny

Everyday is a struggle in the rotten apple

I chase the pain away ciroc mied with pineapple

Hoodrats yellin scrappin over facebook

Bitch got her face sliced permanent face lift

And that's life in the ghetto, everybody I know

Trying to get they ass out the ghetto

And that's so real