Ace Hood Fuck da World Lyrics

Trials & Tribulations Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Testimony
  • 2 Trials & Tribulations
  • 3 Another Statistic
  • 4 Before the Rollie
  • 5 We Outchea
  • 6 We Them Niggas
  • 7 The Come Up
  • 8 Rider
  • 9 Hope
  • 10 Pray For Me
  • 11 Bugatti
  • 12 How I'm Raised
  • 13 My Bible
  • 14 Mama
  • 15 Bugatti
  • 16 Fuck da World
  • 17 Have Mercy
  • Dear heavenly father
    I come to you today
    To remove all these evil spirits
    Keep us out of harm’s way
    Never allow us to die broke

    I pray for them children who woke up this morning and lost they life
    How dare the government passin’ these laws to remove the Christ
    As soon as a tragedy happen the person you call is God
    Now people obeyin’ and prayin’, they prayin’ I’m sayin’ it’s odd
    **** the world – the government too
    I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
    And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
    But sit back and pray as we watchin’ the news and we take the abuse
    What train of thought is tellin’ you shoot up a movie theatre?
    What kind of fool gon’ walk in a school and off them angels?
    It could me my moms, my brother or sister, a friend that I knew
    The funny thing is, it could’ve been me, it could’ve been you
    I’m tired of people complainin’ about the little ****
    When I just lost my grandmother to that cancer *****
    You woke up this morning – why the **** is you mad?
    You broke as a joke – get up off your ***
    I hustle like *****s is broke even though I be countin’ the cash
    I gotta get it – like I’m down to my last
    Put that on my mama, don’t wanna go through them tears again
    ‘Cause when you are broke, it’s nobody there, including your friends
    Lord knows… the realest **** I ever wrote
    But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
    But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope

    **** the world, the government too
    I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
    And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
    You can hate it or love it, but youngin’ I’m simply speakin’ the truth

    I woke up this morning and I got the news that my homie was shot
    Out on the block and in front of his daughter, believe it or not
    Good people are sayin’ and prayin’ for innocent murders to stop
    We livin’ in Hell and it’s easy to tell some people are sharks
    Who are you people to judge me ‘cause of the way that I live?
    The weight of that crime, the things that I did, the person I am
    Everyone got opinions but *****s as broke as a joke
    I went to them schools and spoke to the children that need it the most
    I gave away toys, I gave ‘em a speech, delivered ‘em hope
    It’s a blessing to become a blessing, my mama would set it in stone
    **** these *****s hatin’ on me
    Hate is such a week emotion
    And money is the root of evil
    But that’s that **** that keeps me focused
    Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m a father
    No pain can describe on how to reside with losin’ a daughter
    **** this world – the ignorance too
    They want me to fall, but still I continue to lace up and shoot
    Society’s being misleaded, I’m simply giving you proof
    Them people is sellin’ these lies, I’m simply speakin’ the truth
    Lord knows… the realest **** I ever wrote
    But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
    But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope

    **** the world, the government too
    I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
    And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
    You can hate it or love it, but youngin’ I’m simply speakin’ the truth

    Written by: Tyree Lamar Pittman, Antoine Mccolister
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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