Lyrics: M.I.A.. Kala. 20 Dollar.

War war war
Talking bout ya'll 's such a bore
Id rather talk bout moi

Do you know that cost of a.ks
Up in africa
20 dollars aint shit to you
But thats how much they r
Of couse they gonna use it to kill a little da

Is girls, diamonds
Helpin ya?
Dont you like my bandana
My stains hang low
On my shirts like ay yai ay
Monkey brains and banana
Ill hit you with my antana
I put soap in my eye
Make it red so I look raa

Ra ra
So I woke up with my holy quran and found out I like cadillac
So we shooting till the song is up
Little boys are acting up
Baby mothers are going crazy
And the leaders all round cracking up
We goat rich we fry
Price of living in a shanty town jus seem to be high
We still look fly
We still like t.i
Dancing as we shooting up
And lootin jus to get by.

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head 'll collapse if there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
"where is my mind?"

War war war
Who made me like this
Was it me and god in co production
My devils on speed dial
Everytime I take the wrong direction

All I want is one thing and that is what you got
Sometimes I go lose my mind then I feel numb

Theres 24 hours in a day
I used to spilt it 8, 8, 8
8 work
8 sleep
8 for play
Now I give it all it takes

People on the internet
A new life for the intellect
People judge me so hard
Coz I dont floss my titty set
I was born out of dirt like im porn in a skirt
I was a little girl who made good with all that I blurt
I put people on the map that never seen a map
I show em somin they aint never seen
And hope they make it back!!!!