CurT@!n$ - Hello World lyrics

[Intro] Ever since this world of ours began Man's been k**ing off his fellow man yeah Cursing and swearing and threatening the other side As he waves flags and symbols saying 'Peace to all mankind' [Verse 1] I know they ain't ready for what I come with A young fly n***a with substance And yeah I said n***a, they give that word power I rephrase the term, and I took the power out it Looking for the light, sorta like a power outage We was kids in the hall just looking for some knowledge Had to double them O's now we looking for some dollars Tryna f** with them ho's got me looking for some prada Price on my soul got me looking like a product Tired of sitting there like, "when them labels gonna sign us?" I need that Jay-Z 300 million stunt Put my pride to the back and brains to the front Even though n***as shock minds, never mind I told my momma I'ma make it and I never lie I told my nephews I'ma do it I can't let 'em down Almost quit 100 times, but I love the grind I'm a black kid, but white boys love my rhymes Black and white equal green to me, I'm color blind So pause while I pose for the magazine Doctor King, is this what you saw when you had a dream? [Hook] Hello world, wake up world It's me world, came a long way from shackled in And I ain't ever goin' back again I ain't ever goin' back Hello world, wake up world It's me world, it's a long road after this But I ain't ever goin' back again I ain't ever goin' back [Verse 2] Yeah I'm superficial, but I'm awake though We could parlay on politics, I'll let you pick the issue I'm like Martin on that mountain top, still dreaming Slavery cut us deep, we still bleeding They looking for a hero, and I'm Superman high Got the same cape that made Superman fly Even though my camp stay low like Cooley High Still tryna get a few G's like ?????????? On a quest like Quincy looking for a vibe On the road to riches I ain't looking for a ride Married to the game and I ain't looking for no bride Know my way to the top I got a hookup on the fly When they ask how I'm doing, I just say I'm good They told me I could never make it out my neighborhood But I don't blame you, you sounding like a hater should But look at my I'm making bread like a baker would Yeah... and I'm right back on it They rather see me sour like them Lemon Heads, don't they? Kool Aid smile, got a nice batch for 'em Bad to the bone like an ice pack on 'em [Hook]