What what what what what!

Chorus

Holding the weight of the world, holding the weight of the world

Weight of the world on my shoulders (rock, rock, rock, rock)

[Verse 1 Buckshot]

Yeah, I know you can relate to this shit right here,

feelin like you got a lot of weight

Sometimes you wanna bomb never hesitate, bomb first,

hold ya head up yo, get up yo

Got all these stressed out niggas with firearms

Prepare, get ready they about to bomb

First one hit usually an innocent civillian

Shot by the elevator dead up in the building

I'm illin' of the chill I got

Through my spine last night when I heard the shot

Took flight, cos I know that the Gods is right

Telling me you gonna make it when there's hard in life

And the stripes that you gain through the streets is pain

No matter how many motherfuckers is slain

Hold your head son, maintain

Fuck getting the tumour in your brain

Mutherfuck the rumour that you on came(?)

Simple and plain, like piece of the pie

It's the hustle to get yours, Nigga I can't lie

I'm addicted to the high life, the wild life

Make the stress go by easy, when the bomb right

Chorus

[Verse 2 5 ft]

The weight of the world is on my shoulder

But, everyday I wake I find myself I'm getting bolder

As I annihilate, plus dominate

Thinking of ways to rise up, like a republican prominent

In the bomb state of thinking

Sometimes, life is like quicksand, if not watching your step

You end up sinkin

So pay close attention, don't be blinkin'

Cos you might miss the entire point of the words that we speakin'

Chorus x 1

Holding the weight of the world (bomb