Weight Of The World - Black Moon
What what what what what! Chorus Holding the weight of the world, holding the weight of the world Weight of the world on my shoulders (rock, rock, rock, rock) [Verse 1 Buckshot] Yeah, I know you can relate to this shit right here, feelin like you got a lot of weight Sometimes you wanna bomb never hesitate, bomb first, hold ya head up yo, get up yo Got all these stressed out niggas with firearms Prepare, get ready they about to bomb First one hit usually an innocent civillian Shot by the elevator dead up in the building I'm illin' of the chill I got Through my spine last night when I heard the shot Took flight, cos I know that the Gods is right Telling me you gonna make it when there's hard in life And the stripes that you gain through the streets is pain No matter how many motherfuckers is slain Hold your head son, maintain Fuck getting the tumour in your brain Mutherfuck the rumour that you on came(?) Simple and plain, like piece of the pie It's the hustle to get yours, Nigga I can't lie I'm addicted to the high life, the wild life Make the stress go by easy, when the bomb right Chorus [Verse 2 5 ft] The weight of the world is on my shoulder But, everyday I wake I find myself I'm getting bolder As I annihilate, plus dominate Thinking of ways to rise up, like a republican prominent In the bomb state of thinking Sometimes, life is like quicksand, if not watching your step You end up sinkin So pay close attention, don't be blinkin' Cos you might miss the entire point of the words that we speakin' Chorus x 1 Holding the weight of the world (bomb
Artist: Black Moon
Title: Weight Of The World