"The World Is Mine" lyrics
Nigga, I'm sick and tired of the bullshit
Give me a scene of disrespect you catch a full clip
I could talk about this shit because I really lived it
You ever came home to nothing? You don't know the feeling
I can, show you, what you're doing wrong
You hit the wrong button on me, this choppa sing a song
Got on the Philly 8 with niggas y'all be clique rubbin
And if I pull up on your block I bet I hit something
You know once you're naked all you gotta do is call me
Do a triple-double in your state like James Harden
You say you can get him a lil lawyer shit then call me
Skinny nigga doing hand to hand in a small tee
Your bitch love my tattoos she love how I smell
Gotta wait till tomorrow [?]
Do my dirt by myself only Jesus can tell
Don't kill me please [?]
Bitch, you niggas hoes that why I don't fuck with you
Since your mans jumped in the beef, now he gon [?] with you
I take my woods to the face so bring a blunt with you
A 100 rounds on them choppas 50 on them pistols
Nigga, y'all niggas made me mad
Now let's talk about the shit I got you'll never have
Where them shoes yeah the ones with the paint on 'em
Nigga my son in rockstars he dropped cake on 'em
Her nigga a clown, what I do, paint her face for you
Every week a different car, a different plate on it
Black buffs hold on, let me put my face on em
And I die for my shit, catch a case for you
Every dog has it's day [?]
Never, stop, motherfucking cashin
You niggas hear a beat and make up shit that never happened
Run up a million dollar check, my only problem stackin
I never care for no bitch I'm good with the acting
Nigga, I've been a fucking boss
You think that petty shit hurt me, I chewed up that loss
Everything a nigga own shit I fucking bought
And ain't nobody hold my hand to teach me how to walk
Sure Tony
Okay and you call me tomorrow
Hey man you got a job
Hey, Tony thanks
Give me a scene of disrespect you catch a full clip
I could talk about this shit because I really lived it
You ever came home to nothing? You don't know the feeling
I can, show you, what you're doing wrong
You hit the wrong button on me, this choppa sing a song
Got on the Philly 8 with niggas y'all be clique rubbin
And if I pull up on your block I bet I hit something
You know once you're naked all you gotta do is call me
Do a triple-double in your state like James Harden
You say you can get him a lil lawyer shit then call me
Skinny nigga doing hand to hand in a small tee
Your bitch love my tattoos she love how I smell
Gotta wait till tomorrow [?]
Do my dirt by myself only Jesus can tell
Don't kill me please [?]
Bitch, you niggas hoes that why I don't fuck with you
Since your mans jumped in the beef, now he gon [?] with you
I take my woods to the face so bring a blunt with you
A 100 rounds on them choppas 50 on them pistols
Nigga, y'all niggas made me mad
Now let's talk about the shit I got you'll never have
Where them shoes yeah the ones with the paint on 'em
Nigga my son in rockstars he dropped cake on 'em
Her nigga a clown, what I do, paint her face for you
Every week a different car, a different plate on it
Black buffs hold on, let me put my face on em
And I die for my shit, catch a case for you
Every dog has it's day [?]
Never, stop, motherfucking cashin
You niggas hear a beat and make up shit that never happened
Run up a million dollar check, my only problem stackin
I never care for no bitch I'm good with the acting
Nigga, I've been a fucking boss
You think that petty shit hurt me, I chewed up that loss
Everything a nigga own shit I fucking bought
And ain't nobody hold my hand to teach me how to walk
Sure Tony
Okay and you call me tomorrow
Hey man you got a job
Hey, Tony thanks
