fucked up world

🔥 “Fucked Up World” (Raw Cut) 🔥 [Verse 1] I wake up to sirens, not sunshine, Gunshots echo through the block like drumlines. Ain’t no peace, just pain in disguise, And the preacher sell hope while the real ones die. Mama in the kitchen, cookin’ stress with her tears, Bills stack high, dreams disappear. My brother hit a lick, now he doin’ ten years, While the judge sippin’ scotch, laughin’ with his peers. Fake smiles, fake love, fake laws, fake friends, This world don’t break — it bends ’til it ends. Either you prey or you preyed on, no pretend, So I ride with a blade and a blunt in the Benz. ⸻ [Hook] It’s a fucked up world — better load that clip, Where the pigs bust heads just to show they grip. Where the rich sell lies and the broke get stripped, And the truth gets lost in a mouth full of tricks. It’s a sick-ass life, better guard your soul, Where the strong stay strapped and the weak get rolled. Ain’t no help, just hurt, and a heart gone cold — In a world so dark, better never fold. ⸻ [Verse 2] I seen homies get dropped for a color or a glance, Seen a girl sell her body just to cover rent in advance. System built to kill us — it ain’t even by chance, They got chains on the brain while we do that dance. Ain’t no therapy here, just liquor and lust, Ain’t no trust in the streets, just metal and dust. Ain’t no love, just licks, just triggers and cuts, You either push work or you sleep in the guts. I got demons in my dome like a tenant on lease, Prayin’ to the sky but I ain’t felt peace. Whole world faker than the gold in they teeth, So I spit raw truth like a knife through beef. ⸻ [Hook] It’s a fucked up world — better load that clip, Where the pigs bust heads just to show they grip. Where the rich sell lies and the broke get stripped, And the truth gets lost in a mouth full of tricks. It’s a sick-ass life, better guard your soul, Where the strong stay strapped and the weak get rolled. Ain’t no help, just hurt, and a heart gone cold — In a world so dark, better never fold. ⸻ [Verse 3] Ayo, I ain’t got dreams — I got trauma and scars, From them late-night fights to them county bars. You ain’t lived ‘til you cried in a cold jail yard, With a shank in your sock and your soul on guard. I seen hope die in the eyes of my kin, And revenge in the grin of a killer’s sin. Tryna stay clean in a world full of spin, Where the devil wear suits and the saints can’t win. I don’t rap for the fame, I spit for the lost, For the ones who got played, for the ones who paid cost. This life ain’t fair, it’s all blood and frost, But I’ll ride ‘til I’m gone — middle finger to the boss. ⸻ [Final Hook] It’s a fucked up world — better load that clip, Where the pigs bust heads just to show they grip. Where the rich sell lies and the broke get stripped, And the truth gets lost in a mouth full of tricks. It’s a sick-ass life, better guard your soul, Where the strong stay strapped and the weak get rolled. Ain’t no help, just hurt, and a heart gone cold — In a world so dark, better never fold.