Intro: (Scorcese)

What the World Know
Bout what them God's Know
What the World Know
Bout what them God's Know
What the World Know
Bout what them God's Know
What the World Know
Bout what them God's Know

Verse: (Scorcese)

Waking up give a fuck for what?
Too damn early for a papercut
Glass half full but it's a paper cut
Pride a leaky faucet never trust a lawman
Why impede the progress of a starving artist
Make ya head spin like Petey Pablo
When you read the bible you perceive the lies too?
Or do you believe all the dreams they tied to?
You Izzy ass Fake, or Drizzy ass Drake?
Emotions is ghost but it's cool cuz you relate
Like play cousins but hey cousin
How it feel to rule the world but aint save nothin
Bunch of Light Yagami's niggas type punani
Worse type of ramen in some tight pajamas
I'm Sifo Dias, Fly Adidas,
Got a warrior's features, trying to clone my genius
Got ya bitch doing yoga sipping lime-a-ritas
I'm John Cena way I hit that twat
Might botch the move but I'ma hit that spot
Finger scrape the sky nigga fuck the cops
I'm a cloud surfer, cloud kicker sipping dark liquor
I'm a foul nigga in a tailspin
Bounce from the crash like well then
I'm blasphemous, cancerous, half-a-pound of cheap cannabis
World is a pyrex when I whip my wrist
Move crack like the surface split, so copernicus
Cuz the world spin around while the sun shine
Hope dashed like a bad 40 time at the combine
Hoes ass bout the size something I can't describe
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
Hey

Hook: (Scorcese)

Bricks in the Suitcase
staring at the lord's face
Lungs filled with all that dro
Fiends wanting more based
Gotta keep my kids safe
This the only world gods know
You ever wake up feel your life been paused
Under pressure like a diamond but can't hide your flaws
My nigga, pour up
Roll up, smoke up
This is a world that only gods know

Bridge: (Scorcese)

Back to sleep what the fuck was that?
Life so blackish gimme a laugh track
One traffic stop damn I'm a hashtag
Shame it's a crime being a black man
Damn

Verse: (Scorcese)

Sacrifices for the pain provided
Forced to walk earth as a race divided
So i rage in silence as I parade in violence
Stole truth from a leper got repaid in kindness
Ain't no plus or minus just lust vagina
Trust is a blanket? nigga fuck u Linus
Insecurity here like party favors
Or souvenirs in the atmosphere
But back to incompetence lack of accomplishments
War within my ID lost a battle to my confidence
Super ego to the rescue, so Freudian
In a quiet panic who let the noise in
Pick ya poison, be a serf in heaven or a ruler in hell
I choose nada, the devil wear prada,
and shells can't afford that, Ghetto rorschach
Black Lorax, trying to understand america like Borat
Stay woke you fucking snorlax, kicks like forbath
Words are weapons nobody can't avoid that
Pierce through hearts my tongue plenty sharp
Fuck R&R I ain't weary enough to rest
In the corner like Revis but too leary to press
Stay depressed or the talons of regret become stress
Life shitty choices which stink the best
Hold ya nose and take the plunge young dolph lundgren
Feeling like RZA when the feds bust in
It's all or nothing nigga go straight like...

Outro: (Scorcese)

Bricks in the suitcase
Lord's face
Fiend's wanting more base
Kid's safe
You ever wake up feel your life been paused
Under pressure like a diamond but can't hide our flaws
My nigga… pour up
Roll up
Smoke up
This is a world that only gods know