JAY-Z - F.U.T.W lyrics
[JAY-Z - F.U.T.W lyrics]
Just let me be great let me be great
I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius
Clay right now genius!
Don't be good my nigga, 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
Fuck up the world just fuck up this world
Fuck up the world
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 Rutland
Niggas heavy on the curb
See most my niggas 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 niggas even seen
Still they wanna act like
It's an everyday thing, clean
Fuck up this world fuck up this world
Fuck up this world fuck up the, uhh
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
Murdered Malcolm, gave Cassius 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 nigga trill
As Michael Jackson socks
Sendin' light out to Compton
And the hundred blocks
Lil bastard boy, basking on top
I fuck up this world just fuck up this world
Let's fuck up the world fuck up the, uhh
Sipping D'USSÉ boy this ain't your daddy yak
He in a Cadillac me? I'm in the Maybach
This ain't grey sweat suit's
And white tube socks
This is black leather pants and
A pair of Stance
Socks is my synopsis is clear
Got strip clubs feeling like Oxford, I swear
Teacher-teacher, I'm trying to unteach ya
All the shit 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 HOV's
Jordan 1's and dungarees
And that's just the half of my warpath
Make a million another million let
My niggas make a million
'til we all check a billion
Shit 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 when
The struggle don't stop
Just fuck up this world
I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius
Clay right now genius!
Don't be good my nigga, 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
Fuck up the world just fuck up this world
Fuck up the world
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 Rutland
Niggas heavy on the curb
See most my niggas 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 niggas even seen
Still they wanna act like
It's an everyday thing, clean
Fuck up this world fuck up this world
Fuck up this world fuck up the, uhh
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
Murdered Malcolm, gave Cassius 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 nigga trill
As Michael Jackson socks
Sendin' light out to Compton
And the hundred blocks
Lil bastard boy, basking on top
I fuck up this world just fuck up this world
Let's fuck up the world fuck up the, uhh
Sipping D'USSÉ boy this ain't your daddy yak
He in a Cadillac me? I'm in the Maybach
This ain't grey sweat suit's
And white tube socks
This is black leather pants and
A pair of Stance
Socks is my synopsis is clear
Got strip clubs feeling like Oxford, I swear
Teacher-teacher, I'm trying to unteach ya
All the shit 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 HOV's
Jordan 1's and dungarees
And that's just the half of my warpath
Make a million another million let
My niggas make a million
'til we all check a billion
Shit 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 when
The struggle don't stop
Just fuck up this world