As Da World Turns - Lil Wayne, Gudda Gudda, Mack Maine

As I watch the trees fall down to the pavement

And a breeze turn to blazes

I’m a tell these niggas: «motherfuck the world»

On the real, nigga feel this

Punch a hole in his system like I got a steel fist

I don’t trust a soul nigga, so I ride alone

And I’ve been paranoid ever since I got a phone

Yeah, better roll or get rolled over

You too cool nigga?

You could get the cold shoulder

I’m from the city where the skinny niggas die

Ride, I survived and I made it out alive

And they wonder why my face look blank

Cause I don’t give a fuck about what they say or think

Uh, nigga you see me with that face wall paint

Come on, pick your poison in the spray of a shake

Militant minded, the way Gudda think

You could meet the devil, better pray for the saints

Militant minded, the way Gudda think

Nigga you could meet the devil…

One day this world gon' turn to ashes

So where’s my matches?

Where’s my matches?

I blow the flame out, the world is dark now

And everybody need their spark now

And I’m like: «Where's my matches?

Where’s my matches?

«Put the whole world in a casket

And I’m gon' watch this world just burn to ashes

Turn to ashes, turn to ashes

As I watch the trees fall down to the pavement

And a breeze turn to blazes

Starin' at the world through my rear view

Gotta stay high just so I can keep a clear view

Tryna do right, but I’m swervin' in the left lane

Tryna stay out of that black hole, watch my step man

They say money is the root of all evil

And we love it, so I guess me and you are all equal

Shit ain’t been the same since Hurricane Katrina

Ike and Rita, what happened with the FEMA?

Government officials not keeping it official

Like a ref with no whistle, so I’m tackling the issues

And they wonder why we act the way we act

Murder, murder, steal, steal, and sell crack to get stacks, but…

Where’s my matches?

Where’s my matches?

Put the whole world in a casket

And I’m gon' watch this world just burn to ashes

Turn to ashes

One day this world gon' turn to ashes

And I’m a just sit back laughing

And when I tried to kick that habit

Man I was like: «Where's my matches?

Where’s my matches?

«This whole world is aware of my actions

But they ain’t that bad compared to taxes

Ashes, all I see is ashes

As the world burns

I’m a young arsonist on my late night Johnny Carson shit

I ain’t never gave a fuck about the world

Cause they don’t give a fuck about me, or my girl

Or my mama, in the midst of the drama, ya digg?

They try to pull you all the way back to get ahead of you

Then Internal Revenue gon' come for your revenue

Sayin' that you owe 33% of what you make

When the world die, I’m a be rejoicing at the wake

As I watch the trees fall down to the pavement

And I’m like: «Where's my matches?

Where’s my matches?

«Put the whole world in a casket

And I’m gon' watch this world just burn to ashes

Turn to ashes, turn to ashes

One day this world gon' turn to ashes

So where’s my matches?

Where’s my matches?

I blow the flame out, the world is dark now

And everybody need their spark now

And I’m like: «Where's my matches?

Where’s my matches?

«Put the whole world in a casket

And I’m gon' watch this world just burn to ashes

Turn to ashes, turn to ashes

As I watch the trees fall down to the pavement