DJ Don Cannon - Against The World lyrics

[Verse 1] I said Lord, I need an award I had no money, now I spend it when I'm bored I came from the bottom, they say ‘damn, that n***a saw it' I feel my haters' pain every time that I record They say I'm too much I was down, guess I done moved up Money make ‘em hate a n***a more than the Ku Klux You dude's chuck, get a couple dollars, then move ses Them few bucks?—Wifey spent more on her new bu*t They say a n***a changed now, ‘cause I'm gettin' change now And I stay in something foreign, I ain't on the train now I ain't on the A, but I'm probably in the A Or somewhere out in LA, mobbing with my n***a Dre I do whatever I want, I mean whatever I say [If you cool?] stay out my way, you'll get hit by a stray I'm young, wild, and so foul, f** a ref See this Tec ‘ll go ‘blahh-oww', and take your breath I'm so fresh and so clean, and yet a mess My eyes red, my dope green, just like the Jets See n***a, I blew money before it was blue money You n***as is too funny, your re-up is shoe money [Hook] Living amongst vandals, we hooligan'ed up [Never maneuver with no handle, I shoot in a clutch?] [He ain't with us?], f**, he was doing too much You ever smoke a blunt and feel like it's just you and the Dutch Against the world that we be in, locked with a key in? Can't escape the hate even in a drop BM [Ride, this sh** rising, I'm poppin' your BM?] No surprise, why you think they roll their eyes when they see him? [Verse 2] Still on that same sh** I've been on I'm trying to get rich, y'all still tryin' to get on The bench is what you sit on I'm really in the game, y'all just n***as that I sh** on Homie, I'm a legend, when I die I'm ‘a live on I came up when that other n***a had gave up I flamed up, I'm on fire, now who could tame us? Wrist like Mr. Freeze, neck like Mr. T's Uncle tried to kick knowledge, I said ‘Mister, please' I don't think these books gon' get me a Lambo So I'm ‘a write these raps and let all of these grams go For the low, ‘cause I'm about to blow up Then sh** on these hatin' a** n***as until they throw up Man, every time I roll up, I'm fresh, looking like I just caught a Zoe Nah, I'm just takin' bands every f**in' show (You heard that?) No more running out of [TD?] I'm running in your girl when she see me on the TV Neck all blingy, Loius V beanie Hoppin' out the Six with the seats all creamy Ask your little brother, bet the n***a wanna be me I get whatever I want, it's like I've got a genie [Hook]