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harlem world - joe west lyrics

intro:
each and everday i’m working
i’ve been told numerous times that imma fail
but i got this fire in me that won’t let that happen
the odds are against me
but whose to say i can’t beat it
i’m just this young kid
from harlem, imma get it

[verse 1]
i’m dropping bombs nagasaki
home of the apollo see them feining for that rocky
this that vintage swag we rocking tommy
rest in peace to tommy
elevated and contemplatin i’m moving calmly
in el barrio the spanish honeys is looking foreign
smoking paper and getting paper we always burnin
i preach the truth to the these brothers welcome to join sermon
welcome to harlem you buggin these n-ggas get to merkin
power forward through my struggles feel like demarcus cousins
regurgitatin the rap game they see they me comin
i’m too fly and too high we up to somethin
born and raised in the jungle i’m dropping knowledge fumble
this that heart of warrior we could never crumble
i remember them broke nights man i hustle
laying low by my lonely i got thunder russell
put these pieces together d-mn this life a puzzle

[hook]
it’s the world that i live in i know that i’ve forsaken
barely breathin i’m smokin she in the bedroom naked
stackin up and i’m workin i see my momma slavin
allah help me i’m lifted this weed is so amazin
on a mission i’m focused it ain’t no time for waitin
this the world that i live in and can’t n0body take it
cuz this is my world, it my world
i live it how i wanna live it, it’s my world

[verse 2]
i come from a block full of money feinds and dope fiends
elevated and medicated head full of steam
meek milly these drizzy n-ggas is chasin dreams
donatello to cigarellos we smokin green
fettuccini linguini my pockets feelin cheesy
eyes low and my b-tch low theres some heavy breathin
eradicatin the compet-tion my clock is tickin
banana peelin i’m never slippin them missiles missin
my product k!llin designer clothes, it’s custom fitted
yellow tape it’s a murder scene i don’t care who did it
im workin hard for my brother, this sour got me trippin
tummy tuck with this intuition this forty drillin
flip the pillow my heart is cold i ain’t kind of ready
robert horry i’m clutchin this rocket looking scary
moms told me she stressin and that she love me dearly
i’m from harlem juu heard, you n-ggas need to fear me

- joe west lyrics

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