Letra de ' My World ' de Chuckyy

I walk this earth all by myself
I'm doing drugs, but they don't help
My voice is nothing when I'm screaming out for help
I stretch my hand, but my grip just gives out

This shit like Simon Says, what I say go, my glizzy be doin' the most
Wherever you catch me, I'm totin', a handshake cool, but I leave that shit on the floor
Smokin' on dope, no choke, another nigga died, I know, this shit no joke
In every CG, I'm the goat, New York plane sunk a metal thing out of my coat
These niggas be tough on posts, I catch him in person, make his ass stunt that quote
Take a pretty bitch to Maestro, we ride in a Tesla, the one with the butterfly doors
SRT burnt out on the last chase we made, done wrapped that pole
And I just need my zaza and my cash, without that, I act slow

One body, that ain't shit, my lil' brother upped seven souls (yeah, that)
GLE cruise controllin', car empty, I need some more (yeah)
I walk the world by myself 'cause I did this shit all alone (myself)
I don't talk on no jail calls, I'll see you when you get home (get ready)
Draco, it go through bones
Goddamn, my pockets strong (strong)
And when I see my cologne (zone), we can link, get it on (on)
She just want me to bone and put her name in my song (yeah, that)
Super slime, I can't trust nothin', that's why I'm rockin' this Chrome (Chrome Heart)
Chrome Heart, 8K a pair, I gotta slow down on the jeans (jeans)
V12, but it's a Maybach, move fast and slow off the lean (s) low)
I can't go off IG pictures, catfish a real fuckin' thing
On the opps, should take a piss, they in a crib somewhere off a bean
All my handguns got a beam 'cause I be out late night with heat
Just because we went to school and I got rich don't mean we teams
Hol' on, slow the car down, I think that's him, it's all on me (right now)
I'm LV till my feet up, last night, I went all Ricky (again)
Backshot, you run from me (right now)
After hits, pour up lean (mhm)
Stevie, no one can see us, judge us, not a fuckin' thing
Foenem bailed out the back so quick, you die before you fuckin' blink
I just want my fuckin' lean, the drank man actin' like a dweeb

This shit like Simon Says, what I say go, my glizzy be doin' the most
Wherever you catch me, I'm totin', a handshake cool, but I leave that shit on the floor
Smokin' on dope, no choke, another nigga died, I know, this shit no joke
In every CG, I'm the goat, New York plane sunk a metal thing out of my coat
These niggas be tough on posts, I catch him in person, make his ass stunt that quote
Take a pretty bitch to Maestro, we ride in a Tesla, the one with the butterfly doors
SRT burnt out on the last chase we made, done wrapped that pole
And I just need my zaza and my cash, without that, I act slow

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