Give You The World

Lyrics

(Yeah) I live in the real world Rappers for real, I know they whole spiel: They working for Spielberg Sell them the real herd These people are real herbs Please stop trying to look tough: Tough doesn't have a look Tough people know that If you don't know that Then you must be shook But being shook does not have to last, kid Acknowledge it and work on it So you can get past it This for the halfwits Who ask me what I think about somebody getting signed Who even ask me a third time And realize I was ignoring them after the second time "Yo, Sand! Ya doin' ya thing!" "Thanks! That means you think my music is dope, right?" "Well, I ain't heard it, but I seen ya in a magazine!" "You're an idiot." Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world My home-girl always complaining how her head hurting I think it's all the social networking I mean the antisocial networking I mean the antisocial not networking I can't call it, I literally can't doubt Give people inches, and they want miles So now they got the mile they done worked out These cats don't even walk round Me, I'm not the one to give length, lessons in good faith That's the only way until my plural a good grace You're saying he rap, but none of his interior wood grain Those be the cats that tried to make me 'shamed of my good grades But I'm in a good place Hell of a good day I told you [?] and Gallo for mellow was a good trade (Ayy) Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world You ever seen a real world panty raider pay for a lap dance? Fat chance It's all fun and games when they making it clap, man Until they give you the clap: these are the facts, man Or these are the facts, ma'am Be the same low standards I can't stand Why the jakes so fat, come to break up the fat jam? I guess that they looked up to both Jake and the Fatman I used to wanna see Mayweather vs. Pac-Man But grew tired of that scam I used to get stoned with rebels in badlands But left my stone days, peace, Pebbles and Bam-Bam The era of Hanna-Barbera I became appalled, not having the balls to meet the pall bearer And I, started with the man in the mirror Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world Yo, yo interference don't give you the world, give you the world