Da World Mines
Told my momma aint no struggling no mo
It's my time
Grandma told me when I grow up the world mines
My uncle always told me young nigga you gon shine
Momma told me don't trust theses bitches they be lying
Told my momma ain't no struggling no mo it's my time
All theses niggas hating I ain't even in my prime
I'm always in the stu putting in overtime
Tryna ease my mind that's why I'm smoking this pine
That's why I'm rolling this gas
Sitting back reminiscing on my past
YounG Nigga had to go get that bag
My momma and my sister was all I had
So I had to have every one of our backs
Me and my cousin use to step on the crack
I throw you the pack I'm the quarterback
I swear I love my brothers can't let them back track
All my niggas in back ready to attack
I remember cruising in that lil Pontiac
Tryna get a stack
Tryna flip the pack like flap jacks
Fucking a gnat then I pass the hoe back
Keep yo hoe out my trap
Cause them cheeks getting clapped
Ain't no time for no naps
And you know I got the sack
Running off wit the pack
Turn into a running back
Riko a manic
Beat you black the Kodak
Only speaking real facts
Wouldn't even give us yo scraps
I see that you fake you like I'm watching imax
It's a good story but it got a lot of gaps
When I look in ya face I know you big mad
When they look at me
They say the rook is his bag
Everyday I go harder
Yeah I gotta do my part
You won't be shit if you ain't got no heart
Momma always told me make sure you play it smart
And watch yo friends be the first to depart
Where's everyone when your alone in the dark
Look around you surround by sharks
Told my momma this gon be my trademark
Told my sista fuck her daddy he a mark
I die by the sword for my family I adore
I'm killing theses niggas just ask them the score
It's $avage bitch
I stay in the stu get all my pain out
If I don't might blow brains out
August 25th the day I lost ya
Young nigga just ain't the same now
I put all my pain in theses damn clouds
Can't walk around wit my head down
Granny told me it's my time now
Never let theses niggas hold you down
They gon try to kill you in yo hometown
Just praying that a Nigga fall down
Ain't got no time to be playing around
I'm in my bag can't stop me now
I got the game on clamp down
Every time I drop it's like a touchdown
This niggas really tryna steal my sound
I create the wave you still a lame
We ain't the same
You can feel my pain
I'm switching lanes
Spitting propane
Yeah yo bitch support my campaign
I wish a Nigga try to take my chain
And play me like I'm really not insane
I'll hit him faster than Usain
You unleashed the beast
Now I can't be tamed
I'm the big dog like Great Dane
In the club popping champagne
Cause I know the world gon be mines
My uncle told me that I gotta shine
I think it's bout that damn time
I'm on the climb
Bout to reach my prime
I'm dropping dimes
Nigga left and right
They tryna catch me but I'm outta sight
They been waiting on this one for a long time
It's my time
Grandma told me when I grow up the world mines
My uncle always told me young nigga you gon shine
Momma told me don't trust theses bitches they be lying
Told my momma ain't no struggling no mo it's my time
All theses niggas hating I ain't even in my prime
I'm always in the stu putting in overtime
Tryna ease my mind that's why I'm smoking this pine
That's why I'm rolling this gas
Sitting back reminiscing on my past
YounG Nigga had to go get that bag
My momma and my sister was all I had
So I had to have every one of our backs
Me and my cousin use to step on the crack
I throw you the pack I'm the quarterback
I swear I love my brothers can't let them back track
All my niggas in back ready to attack
I remember cruising in that lil Pontiac
Tryna get a stack
Tryna flip the pack like flap jacks
Fucking a gnat then I pass the hoe back
Keep yo hoe out my trap
Cause them cheeks getting clapped
Ain't no time for no naps
And you know I got the sack
Running off wit the pack
Turn into a running back
Riko a manic
Beat you black the Kodak
Only speaking real facts
Wouldn't even give us yo scraps
I see that you fake you like I'm watching imax
It's a good story but it got a lot of gaps
When I look in ya face I know you big mad
When they look at me
They say the rook is his bag
Everyday I go harder
Yeah I gotta do my part
You won't be shit if you ain't got no heart
Momma always told me make sure you play it smart
And watch yo friends be the first to depart
Where's everyone when your alone in the dark
Look around you surround by sharks
Told my momma this gon be my trademark
Told my sista fuck her daddy he a mark
I die by the sword for my family I adore
I'm killing theses niggas just ask them the score
It's $avage bitch
I stay in the stu get all my pain out
If I don't might blow brains out
August 25th the day I lost ya
Young nigga just ain't the same now
I put all my pain in theses damn clouds
Can't walk around wit my head down
Granny told me it's my time now
Never let theses niggas hold you down
They gon try to kill you in yo hometown
Just praying that a Nigga fall down
Ain't got no time to be playing around
I'm in my bag can't stop me now
I got the game on clamp down
Every time I drop it's like a touchdown
This niggas really tryna steal my sound
I create the wave you still a lame
We ain't the same
You can feel my pain
I'm switching lanes
Spitting propane
Yeah yo bitch support my campaign
I wish a Nigga try to take my chain
And play me like I'm really not insane
I'll hit him faster than Usain
You unleashed the beast
Now I can't be tamed
I'm the big dog like Great Dane
In the club popping champagne
Cause I know the world gon be mines
My uncle told me that I gotta shine
I think it's bout that damn time
I'm on the climb
Bout to reach my prime
I'm dropping dimes
Nigga left and right
They tryna catch me but I'm outta sight
They been waiting on this one for a long time
Credits
Writer(s): Stephon Bishop
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