El Charrou, Loveboat Luciano, Marka - Weight of the World Lyrics

It's Warpath Records
Big Griselda, Big BSF
Shout out Loveboat Luciano
What we gon' do
With this weight of the world
On my back
On my
I ain't never found no one like you
Who do it all like that
On my
Who does the things that we do
There's some things I never been about
One is losing 'cause winning's all I know
And I ain't never gon' stop now
Stop now
Youngins tryna make a name, initiated ain't seen in days
Fuck her ex man, these bars bring out the beast in me so I need a cage
Know we got it when it comes to exotics, fuck a bad hand
We blowing Cookies at Berners on Haight out in San Fran
They also sell those on Melrose, shredding cookies in my Santa Cruz
What's a man to do, on course but I can crash like Bandicoot
Man couple joints in rotation, type of shit leave ya dislocated
Silencing y'all, hear the pin drop but you still won't find this location
She popping tags while you stay popping them x pills 
Got homies that'll shoot ya with that Silicon Valley, show you their tech skills 
Silicon in your bitch but you already know the set real 
Throwing facts, you already know who got the coldest bag so lets chill
Took a few losses but with our lawyer fees we could never face defeat
Money ain't grow on trees but I still sent the homies to rake the leaves
And I'm with some OGs y'all be repping SONY that make believe
And we may just go vegan long as on the low key we making cheese
With this weight of the world
On my back
On my
I ain't never found no one like you
Who do it all like that
On my
Who does the things that we do
There's some things I never been about
One is losing 'cause winning's all I know
And I ain't never gon' stop now
Uh, Boat
Winning, not fearing my options
Keep on hearing my conscience
Boss shit, don't care 'bout the nonsense
Dinner with Hov and a ostrich
Praying for all of my niggers in the cell who going through hardships
Pouring out all of my liquor for the ones who ain't make it to college
I graduated from the streets, but still great with my knowledge
I smoke planes that help me think about making it further
I did what I had to do, instead of making it harder
And if I die, I told Pop what to say to my daughter
Dealing with weight on my back
True visionary while I carry this weight to the trap
You niggers faking their racks
I get you blazed for a stack
Watch what you say to me
It be up like I'm waving at cats
I'm just stating you facts
I'm the new Jason of rap
Oh we sneak dissing nigger, don't make me shank you for that
Lil homies lost my boat so I send my label a text
Told 'em that I'm on the road and that Imma need a few straps
Hoping I'm making it back
With this weight of the world
On my back
On my
I ain't never found no one like you
Who do it all like that
On my
Who does the things that we do
There's some things I never been about
One is losing 'cause winning's all I know
And I ain't never gon' stop now
Stop now
El Charrou, Mexican Cowboy, Warpath Golden Star
Looking straight into a bull's eyes, I dodged but they still throwing darts 
And I'm a on yacht with some heavenly and my dawgs like Noah's ark
And I gotta hand it to gambit but everybody here know I hold the cards
Round here they call me Esco, but I don't got that Mass Appeal
Long as the cash is real and the homies be packing steel
Granny selling food for your coffin 'cause the cats found another rat to kill
We just running these streets and beats like some mother fucking track and field
If there's limited credits player don't let the game play you next
Crystal balls involved, calling man saying they gon' raid you next
Sudden moves and they'll make your neck bleed like a nick from a barber 
And I saw how they turned out, I was like 'cause they had a bitch for a father
And look, fuck rap 'cause it never paid the bills
Like my ex without that shit man I was straight for real
And all this shit ain't made for you if you was made to kill
And they ain't focused on chasing change they be chasing thrills
With this weight of the world
On my back
On my
I ain't never found no one like you
Who do it all like that
On my
Who does the things that we do
There's some things I never been about
One is losing 'cause winning's all I know
And I ain't never gon' stop now
Stop now
Yo
There he go
El Charrou
What it do homie
Got that new single homie
Yo man, I see you been blowing up
I see you been doing it like Kevin Hart said
Everybody wanna be famous
So you gotta try put the work in man
Nah man, lemme holla at you for second though homie
Ain't trying to do you like Kanye did Sway
Lemme just slow your role for a second man
Fuck you mean ask about me homie
Nah, nah listen if they ain't been putting the work
If they ain't been putting in the education
Then like your dick in a risky bitch
You gotta pull out that shit man
Fuck em
You gotta stimulate their mind Charr
Now listen man, you know Spice of Life 'bout to drop
And I ain't no Usher Raymond myself
But lemme give you my confession homie
We gon' let that shit burn

It's Warpath Records
Big Griselda, Big BSF
Shout out Loveboat Luciano
What we gon' do
With this weight of the world
On my back
On my
I ain't never found no one like you
Who do it all like that
On my
Who does the things that we do
There's some things I never been about
One is losing 'cause winning's all I know
And I ain't never gon' stop now
Stop now
Youngins tryna make a name, initiated ain't seen in days
Fuck her ex man, these bars bring out the beast in me so I need a cage
Know we got it when it comes to exotics, fuck a bad hand
We blowing Cookies at Berners on Haight out in San Fran
They also sell those on Melrose, shredding cookies in my Santa Cruz
What's a man to do, on course but I can crash like Bandicoot
Man couple joints in rotation, type of shit leave ya dislocated
Silencing y'all, hear the pin drop but you still won't find this location
She popping tags while you stay popping them x pills 
Got homies that'll shoot ya with that Silicon Valley, show you their tech skills 
Silicon in your bitch but you already know the set real 
Throwing facts, you already know who got the coldest bag so lets chill
Took a few losses but with our lawyer fees we could never face defeat
Money ain't grow on trees but I still sent the homies to rake the leaves
And I'm with some OGs y'all be repping SONY that make believe
And we may just go vegan long as on the low key we making cheese
With this weight of the world
On my back
On my
I ain't never found no one like you
Who do it all like that
On my
Who does the things that we do
There's some things I never been about
One is losing 'cause winning's all I know
And I ain't never gon' stop now
Uh, Boat
Winning, not fearing my options
Keep on hearing my conscience
Boss shit, don't care 'bout the nonsense
Dinner with Hov and a ostrich
Praying for all of my niggers in the cell who going through hardships
Pouring out all of my liquor for the ones who ain't make it to college
I graduated from the streets, but still great with my knowledge
I smoke planes that help me think about making it further
I did what I had to do, instead of making it harder
And if I die, I told Pop what to say to my daughter
Dealing with weight on my back
True visionary while I carry this weight to the trap
You niggers faking their racks
I get you blazed for a stack
Watch what you say to me
It be up like I'm waving at cats
I'm just stating you facts
I'm the new Jason of rap
Oh we sneak dissing nigger, don't make me shank you for that
Lil homies lost my boat so I send my label a text
Told 'em that I'm on the road and that Imma need a few straps
Hoping I'm making it back
With this weight of the world
On my back
On my
I ain't never found no one like you
Who do it all like that
On my
Who does the things that we do
There's some things I never been about
One is losing 'cause winning's all I know
And I ain't never gon' stop now
Stop now
El Charrou, Mexican Cowboy, Warpath Golden Star
Looking straight into a bull's eyes, I dodged but they still throwing darts 
And I'm a on yacht with some heavenly and my dawgs like Noah's ark
And I gotta hand it to gambit but everybody here know I hold the cards
Round here they call me Esco, but I don't got that Mass Appeal
Long as the cash is real and the homies be packing steel
Granny selling food for your coffin 'cause the cats found another rat to kill
We just running these streets and beats like some mother fucking track and field
If there's limited credits player don't let the game play you next
Crystal balls involved, calling man saying they gon' raid you next
Sudden moves and they'll make your neck bleed like a nick from a barber 
And I saw how they turned out, I was like 'cause they had a bitch for a father
And look, fuck rap 'cause it never paid the bills
Like my ex without that shit man I was straight for real
And all this shit ain't made for you if you was made to kill
And they ain't focused on chasing change they be chasing thrills
With this weight of the world
On my back
On my
I ain't never found no one like you
Who do it all like that
On my
Who does the things that we do
There's some things I never been about
One is losing 'cause winning's all I know
And I ain't never gon' stop now
Stop now
Yo
There he go
El Charrou
What it do homie
Got that new single homie
Yo man, I see you been blowing up
I see you been doing it like Kevin Hart said
Everybody wanna be famous
So you gotta try put the work in man
Nah man, lemme holla at you for second though homie
Ain't trying to do you like Kanye did Sway
Lemme just slow your role for a second man
Fuck you mean ask about me homie
Nah, nah listen if they ain't been putting the work
If they ain't been putting in the education
Then like your dick in a risky bitch
You gotta pull out that shit man
Fuck em
You gotta stimulate their mind Charr
Now listen man, you know Spice of Life 'bout to drop
And I ain't no Usher Raymond myself
But lemme give you my confession homie
We gon' let that shit burn