Gudda Gudda, Shanell, Mack Maine - As Da World Turns lyrics

As I watch the trees fall
Down to the pavement
And a breeze turn to blazes

I’mma tell these niggas:
"motherfuck the world"
On the real, nigga feel this
Punch a hole in the system like
I got a steel fist
I don’t trust a soul nigga, so I ride alone
And I’ve been paranoid ever since
I got a phone
Yeah, better roll or get rolled over
You too cool nigga? You could
Get the cold shoulder
I’m from the city where the skinny niggas die
Ride, I survived and I made it out alive
And they wonder why my face look blank
Cause I don’t give a fuck about
What they say or think
Uh, nigga you see me with
That face wall paint come on
Pick your poison in the spray of a shake
Militant minded, the way Gudda think
You could meet the devil
Better pray for the saints
Militant minded, the way Gudda think
Nigga you could meet the devil

One day this world gon’ turn to ashes
So where’s my matches? Where’s my matches?
I blow the flame out, the world is dark now
And everybody need their spark now
And I’m like: "Where’s my
Matches? Where’s my matches?"
Put the whole world in a casket
And I’m gon’ watch this world
Just burn to ashes
Turn to ashes, turn to ashes

As I watch the trees fall
Down to the pavement
And a breeze turn to blazes

Starin’ at the world through my rear view
Gotta stay high just so I
Can keep a clear view tryna do right
But I’m swervin’ in the left lane
Tryna stay out of that black hole
Watch my step man
They say money is the root of all evil
And we love it
So I guess me and you are all equal
Shit ain’t been the same
Since Hurricane Katrina
Ike and Rita, what happened with the FEMA?
Government officials not keeping it official
Like a ref with no whistle
So I’m tackling the issues
And they wonder why we act the way we act
Murder, murder, steal, steal, and sell
Crack to get stacks, but

Where’s my matches? Where’s my matches?
Put the whole world in a casket
And I’m gon’ watch this world
Just burn to ashes turn to ashes
One day this world gon’ turn to ashes
And I’mma just sit back laughing
And when I tried to kick that habit
Man I was like: "Where’s my
Matches? Where’s my matches?"
This whole world is aware of my actions
But they ain’t that bad compared to taxes
Ashes, all I see is ashes as the world burns

I’m a young arsonist on my
Late night Johnny Carson shit
I ain’t never gave a fuck about the world
Cause they don’t give a fuck about me
Or my girl
Or my mama, in the midst of the drama
Ya digg? They try to pull you all the way
Back to get ahead of you
Then Internal Revenue gon’ come
For your revenue
Sayin’ that you owe 33% of what you make
When the world die
I’mma be rejoicing at the wake

As I watch the trees fall
Down to the pavement

And I’m like: "Where’s my
Matches? Where’s my matches?"
Put the whole world in a casket
And I’m gon’ watch this world
Just burn to ashes
Turn to ashes, turn to ashes
One day this world gon’ turn to ashes
So where’s my matches? Where’s my matches?
I blow the flame out, the world is dark now
And everybody need their spark now
And I’m like: "Where’s my
Matches? Where’s my matches?"
Put the whole world in a casket
And I’m gon’ watch this world
Just burn to ashes
Turn to ashes, turn to ashes

As I watch the trees fall
Down to the pavement