Wonderful World - Billy Woods, Priviledge, Bond

To everyone I loved

To everyone I loved, to everyone who fronted me drugs

To everyone who ain’t get in the club

To everyone who went half on the dub

To everyone in the back of the pub with pints in they mug

To Bugs for ducking Elmer Fudd, that’s a thug

On the run from Beelzebub, tell flex I bought the lugs

Come on duke, let a brother get a rug

Hey yo, cards spin often so proceed with caution

Don’t get lost in the sauce and conflict, get nauseous

And spit wit, an iron tongue don’t miss this

Flow so nasty it’s ridiculous, cripple lids when I chop lines

You notice it, like napalm explosions are soaked in timbs

Rolling with the circle in sights, wrecked mics, I’ll step right

Get bounced like the checks I write, these niggas be like

Look at my life, alcoholic like Holden Caulfield but I’m sober tonight

Rather sober for the moment ‘cause I’ve chosen to hold off

Home smoking this blunt until 5−0 rolls off dog

I’m just trying to get high in peace, then chill, then peace

On the livest streets, Illadelph where I’m keeping the beat

Synced to the rhythm of the water rippling over stones and Cobbs Creak

That’s over your head on top of the nest

Lyrical wave caps, rusty bear traps

Half step, he prone to snap

Spitamat— our wings don’t flap

Players going for gats wanna be running back

Buckle that chin strap, Billy ‘bout that attitude mega black

On the edge of Magellan maps

I’mm change the game like aluminum bats

Gear head the pack even spitting old raps

Like that’s the future, hop in whips with designated shooters

Sing crazy shells, King Cooper kamasutra tutor

Show you how the work that cooter, you go girl

It’s a wonderful world, all things considered

I’ll drink to that in a nuclear winter, shiver me timbers

Original pirate material, bodies on my mic, scratch the serial

I got reasonable doubt that you illmatic or ready to die tragic

But this only built for southernplayalistic strictly for my nigga

Shit, back in the woods, spliff lifted, back of the hood

Holding two piece for a biscuit, kiwi strawberry mystic

Unknown soldiers poured liquid and grip that two-fisted