F.u.t.w. Lyrics - Magna Carta Holy Grail - Jay-z

Just let me be great, let me be great 

I feel like muhfuckin' Cassius Clay right now 

Genius! 

Don't be good my nigga, be great 

After that government cheese, we eating steak 

After the projects, now we on estates 

I'm from the bottom, I know you can relate 

Fuck up the world 

Let's fuck up this world 

Fuck up the world 

Me and destiny got a date 

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Martin had a dream, Hov got a team 

My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring 

Parades down Flatbush, Confetti on my fur 

Turn right in Rucker, niggas heavy on the curb 

See most my niggas died early twenties or late teens 

I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime 

1% of a billion more than niggas even seen 

Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean 

Fuck up this world 

Fuck up this world 

Fuck up this world 

Fuck up the, unhh 

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High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold 

Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl 

Came through Pasadena in the low low 

Just to show respect to the Cholos 

Feelin' like a stranger in my own land 

Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland 

I just want a shot to show my genius 

Standing on the top hold my penis 

America tried to emasculate the greats 

Murder Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes 

Wait, tell 'em 

"Rumble Young Man, Rumble!" 

Try to dim your lights tell you be humble 

You know I'm gon shine like a trillion watts 

You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks 

Sendin' light out to Compton and the hunnid blocks 

Lil' bastard boy, basking on top 

Fuck up this world 

Let's fuck up this world 

Let's fuck up the world 

Let's fuck up this world 

Fuck up this, unhh 

Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak 

He in a Cadillac; Me? I'm in the Maybach 

This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks 

This is black leather pants and a pair of Stans 

Socks is my synopsis is clear 

Got stripclubs feeling like Oxford, I swear 

Teacher teacher, I'm trying to unteach ya 

All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers 

When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees 

You front row everywhere, you in the H.O.V.'s 

Jordan 1's and dungarees 

And that's just the half of my warpath 

Make a million 'nother million let my niggas make a million 

'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling 

We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top 

Cause the bars don't struggle and the struggle don't stop, Unhh 

Fuck up this world 

Fuck up this world 

Fuck up the world 

Fuck up the world 

It's our time now 

Let's fuck up the world 

FUCK UP THIS WORLD!!!