Released on July 4, 2013

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[Intro]

Just let me be great

Let me be great

I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius Clay right now

Genius!

Don't be good my nigga, be great

After that government cheese, we eating steak

After the projects, now we on estates

I'm from the bottom, I know you can relate


[Hook]

Fuck up the world

Just fuck up this world

Fuck up the world


[Verse 1]

Me and destiny got a date

Martin had a dream, Hov got a team

My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring

Parades down Flatbush, confetti on my fur

Turn right in Rutland, niggas heavy on the curb

See most my niggas died early twenties or late teens

I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime

1% of a billion more than niggas even seen

Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean


[Hook]

Fuck up this world

Fuck up this world

Fuck up this world

Fuck up the, uhh


[Verse 2]

High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold

Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl

Came through Pasadena in the low-low

Just to show respect to the cholos

Feelin' like a stranger in my own land

Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland

I just want a shot to show my genius

Standing on the top hold my penis

America tried to emasculate the greats

Murdered Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes

Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble

Try to dim your lights tell you be humble

You know I'm gon' shine like a trillion watts

You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks

Sendin' light out to Compton and the hundred blocks

Lil bastard boy, basking on top


[Hook]

I fuck up this world

Just fuck up this world

Let's fuck up the world

Fuck up the, uhh


[Verse 3]

Sipping D'USSÉ boy this ain't your daddy yak

He in a Cadillac; me? I'm in the Maybach

This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks

This is black leather pants and a pair of Stance

Socks is my synopsis is clear

Got strip clubs feeling like Oxford, I swear

Teacher-teacher, I'm trying to unteach ya

All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers

When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees

You front row everywhere, you in the H.O.V.'s

Jordan 1's and dungarees

And that's just the half of my warpath

Make a million another million let my niggas make a million

'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling

We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top

Cause the bars don't struggle when the struggle don't stop


[Hook]

Just fuck up this world