The World Is Yours
Yea the world is yours
Yea the word is out
That Adrenaline it pumping got to let it out
Running to that money got to get away
From these Muthafuckin fakes
Let me get a little taste girl
Hit it from the rear yea pulling on your hair
Get up on top treat it like a chair
Sweeter than a cherry I know i don't got to pop it
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
When I'm gonna get your leg lock
She make a nigga bust headshot
Going deep you never said stop
Mrpoetry I'd take your girl twat
Twat Twat Twat
Never upset
Riding off in the sunset
Happy as a fuck girl fuck that
I know love stress
But I love enough to let it go toxic I don't want that
She asking what next huh
Fly high Success
Make a toast for the ones who ain't make '21
Who just feeling that pain and they hope that day come
That the rain gonna clear and you shine like the sun
Stop feeling so defeated woke up then you won
Keep it one with yourself if it's no one else
Gone are the days of the doubt just prepare yourself
Keep in good mental health
Light a spliff and I bet it help
Yea the world is yours
Yea the word is out
That Adrenaline it pumping got to let it out
Running to that money got to get away
From these Muthafuckin fakes
Let me get a little taste girl
Hit it from the rear yea pulling on your hair
Get up on top treat it like a chair
Sweeter than a cherry I know i don't got to pop it
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
She know I got a newer one I know how to maneuver em
It's just another cycle and I do it til I'm through with em
Ain't nobody loyal so them bitches I need two of them
Double up love the route I'm moving in
Money is the root of it not that then it's Ludacris
Sit small view your ass like a little bitch
Too real I ain't worrying like a little bit
Ever had pain so hard had to deal with it
You ain't know a thing about scars want to Kill
No one to confide it inside you just feeling it
Had to level up got my mind on the real business
And defeating myself was the real finesse
Yea the world is yours
Yea the word is out
That Adrenaline it pumping got to let it out
Running to that money got to get away
From these Muthafuckin fakes
Let me get a little taste girl
Hit it from the rear yea pulling on your hair
Get up on top treat it like a chair
Sweeter than a cherry I know I don't got to pop it
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
You a young girl
Got to let you level up but in time
Make a run girl
You live once yea
Thanks for the time I had fun girl
Stay on your grind don't let em see you down
Dollars is the sign money money money
Shit don't let em see me down know this hard to find
Shit
This the type of shit that be hard to rhyme for real
Had to get a grip that been on my mind for real
Switch it up hope the bag runneth over
I just noticed that I'm sad when I'm sober
Snakes in the grass but you still passing over
How the fuck you gone get mad at a Cobra
Yea the world is yours
Yea the word is out
That Adrenaline it pumping got to let it out
Running to that money got to get away
From these Muthafuckin fakes
Let me get a little taste girl
Hit it from the rear yea pulling on your hair
Get up on top treat it like a chair
Sweeter than a cherry I know i don't got to pop it
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
Yea the word is out
That Adrenaline it pumping got to let it out
Running to that money got to get away
From these Muthafuckin fakes
Let me get a little taste girl
Hit it from the rear yea pulling on your hair
Get up on top treat it like a chair
Sweeter than a cherry I know i don't got to pop it
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
When I'm gonna get your leg lock
She make a nigga bust headshot
Going deep you never said stop
Mrpoetry I'd take your girl twat
Twat Twat Twat
Never upset
Riding off in the sunset
Happy as a fuck girl fuck that
I know love stress
But I love enough to let it go toxic I don't want that
She asking what next huh
Fly high Success
Make a toast for the ones who ain't make '21
Who just feeling that pain and they hope that day come
That the rain gonna clear and you shine like the sun
Stop feeling so defeated woke up then you won
Keep it one with yourself if it's no one else
Gone are the days of the doubt just prepare yourself
Keep in good mental health
Light a spliff and I bet it help
Yea the world is yours
Yea the word is out
That Adrenaline it pumping got to let it out
Running to that money got to get away
From these Muthafuckin fakes
Let me get a little taste girl
Hit it from the rear yea pulling on your hair
Get up on top treat it like a chair
Sweeter than a cherry I know i don't got to pop it
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
She know I got a newer one I know how to maneuver em
It's just another cycle and I do it til I'm through with em
Ain't nobody loyal so them bitches I need two of them
Double up love the route I'm moving in
Money is the root of it not that then it's Ludacris
Sit small view your ass like a little bitch
Too real I ain't worrying like a little bit
Ever had pain so hard had to deal with it
You ain't know a thing about scars want to Kill
No one to confide it inside you just feeling it
Had to level up got my mind on the real business
And defeating myself was the real finesse
Yea the world is yours
Yea the word is out
That Adrenaline it pumping got to let it out
Running to that money got to get away
From these Muthafuckin fakes
Let me get a little taste girl
Hit it from the rear yea pulling on your hair
Get up on top treat it like a chair
Sweeter than a cherry I know I don't got to pop it
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
You a young girl
Got to let you level up but in time
Make a run girl
You live once yea
Thanks for the time I had fun girl
Stay on your grind don't let em see you down
Dollars is the sign money money money
Shit don't let em see me down know this hard to find
Shit
This the type of shit that be hard to rhyme for real
Had to get a grip that been on my mind for real
Switch it up hope the bag runneth over
I just noticed that I'm sad when I'm sober
Snakes in the grass but you still passing over
How the fuck you gone get mad at a Cobra
Yea the world is yours
Yea the word is out
That Adrenaline it pumping got to let it out
Running to that money got to get away
From these Muthafuckin fakes
Let me get a little taste girl
Hit it from the rear yea pulling on your hair
Get up on top treat it like a chair
Sweeter than a cherry I know i don't got to pop it
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
Pull up on a real nigga when we gonna lock in
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Writer(s): Najee Freckleton
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