Fuck the world, I must be cursed

I’m having visions of leaving here in a hearse

Or living in a jail cell, to me its al the same hell

Everyone is looking at like I was born to fail

I know y’al hate me, I can’t stand your ass too

What do you know about the shit I go through

Can’t go out in public without catching mean mugs

Cops following me around like I’m some kind of thug

I couldn’t be a thug if you gave me a handbook

I sip lattes and write verses in comp notebooks

I rock argyle sweaters, fitted Tees and Dunk SBs

So you’re telling me that’s what the hood’s wearing

Come on now, you gotta be joking

Or maybe its that shit you smoking

Now jobs are scarce and money is getting low

Sometimes I feel like I can’t do this no more

On me the world keeps shitting, my name should be Toilet Bowl

Feel like I’m playing limbo, y’all wanna see how low I’ll go

That’s why I’m screaming “Fuck the world” because the world’s trying to fuck me

You want me six feet under but I ain’t going that easy