World Is Yours

Ayy, look, 270 on that hood shit
806 to that hood shit
231 reppin' and it don't quit
Only trust my ties, this some real shit
270 on that hood shit, 806 to that hood shit
231 reppin' and it don't quit
Only trust my ties, ayy

Only close with family, mafia mentality
Man, we do not meet and greet
Diss our name up in the street
Hit you then we tag your feet
Turn into a tragedy, money raisin' up like it's fuckin' zero gravity
I'm just tryna live, why the fuck these niggas mad at me?
It ain't my fault that your girl is always after me
She angry when I leave her cause she think that I'm a money tree
Hey, Al Pacino only taught me one strategy
First you get the money, then you get the power
Then you get the women, hour after hour
Dreams of better days, dreams of money showers
Luxury room at the Broad West Tower
Up in Nashville, use it for a date
Been a top G
Ain't talking Andrew Tate
Had to get it on my own, let's just set it straight
Dawg, the world is yours, word to Wu-Tang

Ayy, look, 270 on that hood shit
806 to that hood shit
231 reppin' and it don't quit
Only trust my ties, this some real shit
270 on that hood shit, 806 to that hood shit
231 reppin' and it don't quit
Only trust my ties, ayy
Like, bro, you gotta watch who the fuck you trust
Like, I only keep my circle small, you know
And if you fuck my circle, it's over

Young Casanova, ain't fear no nigga
West Michigan's own thriller in Manila
Knocking tracks out the booth then drive to the villa
Like Scarface, just countin' up the Skrilla
And my new piece, sporting Chinchillas
Been smokin' hot
Thick slim like Virginia's, they never listen
Looked at a nigga like superstition
Now they pay attention, now I see him tremblin'
Come through your spot, anytime my name is mentioned
Like Bloody Mary, you see
Your soul shatter just from the sight of me
And I guess that's what they get for tryin' me
Man, I'll smoke any fuckin' mic, entirely
Beefin' me a bad move, like extortion and bribery
Reason that I shed more ink than a diary, 7.5K ears be eyeing me
Gotta stay sharp like a G, move silently
Everybody claim they fam, and it's highly unlikely
And they ask how I move quiet how I stay low
Keep the secrets to myself, this ain't no magic show
And it's gotta be that way when you hit a plateau
Can't trust anybody, even family can turn foe
People can turn sour, when you get money, respect and power
Foes drivin' round the block
Tryna figure out what type of car I got
Pulled into an empty parking lot, found the black drop top
That I copped last week, up from the dealership
Creepin' real slow, triggers up on they fingertips
Guns raining hell, like they triggered the apocalypse
They fucked up, and found I wasn't in it
Someone in my fuckin' crew, they wanted me ended
I heard about the setup from my trusted connection
But all this beef shit dawg, it's not what I intended
But I'm with the squad and we pulling' on your Intrepid
Bustin' mad slugs in a whip, two dudes got hit
One tried runnin', goombata put in the clip
Executed dude for the treacherous motives
Jet the scene, rigged they whole car with explosives
Turned the corner, got shot in the back
All this just cause a brother made it from rap
Slumped over in the seat
Vision, it fade to black, then I woke up just like I came back
Street dreams in a Cadillac, yeah