Songtexte A Stick... & Stones - World Be Free

World
Free Dirty David and Free Kicko
Fizzy came home, Travv got him on his shit
Catch me somewhere litty smoking on my indo
All the little hitters in the city call me big bro
Fuck the police, I don't got a lick of info
Block too hot, imma catch my lick and then go
Can't tell him nothing, little nigga got a brick of coke
Words don't hurt him, riding 'round with a stick and stones
Yea yea, it's Mr. Bring it Home
Look up to them niggas sold bricks, now they flipping homes
Think a little different, gotta listen to the shit I'm on
Click full of kings, to sit us down you gotta bring a throne
Big rings around and we sipping rosé
Rings around the rose, got a pocket full of Nipsey notes
I said rings around the rose, got a pocket full of Nipsey's
That's a bunch of blue faces, all Benji's
Unorthodox verses, I'm too ill for a sixteen
Used to run with Storm, Fred, Shak C. and Tipsy
Can't forget Black, Half Life, Boog and Drizzy
Bitch was acting iffy, so I had to make her miss me
Ima keep winning while these sucker niggas envy
I ain't got no pity for you niggas looking pitiful
I'm the one, turn the residue into residuals

They shit ain't hitting this hard
Last time I took a L, bro left his clip in the car
Yea they love to hear me spit, cuz I'm the shit with these bars
Don't call my phone if it ain't a money mission involved, or
Unless you miss me of course
Just call to check up on a nigga, that shit genuine god
I been envisioned it all
I need seven figures and a building abroad
Saw she had potential, now I'm building the broad
My shit torn though, I can't give her my heart
She tryna figure it out, pick me apart
It's just rule number one ma, some shit we was taught
Might get lost in space if you enter my thoughts
Either that or chase bank, mami get on ya job
All I do is chase bank like my dick don't get hard
But please don't get it twisted, that little clit will go off
Nasty with the flow, Shiggy hit and I'm Nas