THE WXRLD IS YXURS!

Piece of myself, it's for yourself
Little advice, beating the hell
Hell in the cell, nah I'll make it out,100 percent
Water taste like success
Boy, you hungry? Are you starving?
For the knowledge
I'm a kid who's trying to make it simple
Fuckin up logics and fuckin up digits, I'm making that shit

Used to be, around that time
Something meaningful to me
Outpaced them black clouds, back to be
Able to live again, able to see again
In a world full of grey, I ain't trying to be bring up
A dimension of myself I'm trying to keep down
Let me go
Finna make it slow
Life is just a test, I'm getting A's and study more
The days are long, better keep it on the low
I got a message for those that been here
Grateful to you, your emotions to me
Means the world, the world is yours
Everything new to me, I'm just a kid

Tryna go past, to the 07
Ain't tryna flex my body, I ain't the typo
My mind so deep, next level shit, rebel
I ain't tryna be colorblind, few shade of
Orange and blue, violet and pink
I've seen some black too, I'm not scared to tell you
Not every man is a man, not until that nigga gonna make past and future too
Gameplay, calculated moves thinking of
Escape plans
Ain't no walls and ain't no mirrors
But to see a fuckin prison all around these people
They be looking so dead
I ain't tryna be like that

Too bad, too nice, ain't no in between
My bitch so bad, all I do is win
But you're not ready tho
All the effort and grind, the kid came with nothing tho
Something you cannot steal, not everybody been reading that dope
I've be hitting with fashion, for sure
Go for that loot, youth
Bitch I'm craving for that version of myself
The beast, the father, the husband, the man
Leading the future I mean to create
Come back, first
These bitches here for the lit
Come back when you're done with that shit
On the low, on the low, keep it low, on the low
That nigga making magic with the 808's

Piece of myself, it's for yourself
Little advice, beating the hell
Hell in the cell, nah I'll make it out,100 percent
Water taste like success
Boy, you hungry? Are you starving?
For the knowledge
I'm a kid who's trying to make it simple
Fuckin up logics and fuckin up digits, I'm making that shit

Used to be, around that time
Something meaningful to me
Outpaced them black clouds, back to be
Able to live again, able to see again
In a world full of grey, I ain't trying to be bring up
A dimension of myself I'm trying to keep down
Let me go
Finna make it slow
Life is just a test, I'm getting A's and study more
The days are long, better keep it on the low
I got a message for those that been here
Grateful to you, your emotions to me
Means the world, the world is yours
Everything new to me, I'm just a



Credits
Writer(s): Zhenior Lubeko
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