🎵 The World is Yours // by Curren$y

3 ContributorsThe World is Yours Lyrics [Intro] (It's yours) Yeah Whose world is this? Where haven't we been yet? It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) FS Jets It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? Yeah, Welcome to the Winner's Circle It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? [Verse 1] I'm burnin' Zig Zags, watchin' Scarface 'til I'm charged To write in my book of rhymes about my Ridgemont High fast times Living in a society of the fly in gated communities Where we now reside, and reminisce in the times When we stood knee high and the innocence was still in our eyes Murders wasn't witnessed yet, no scandalous bitches yet Niggas wasn't serving life sentences in prison yet We was barely writing in complete sentences, yet It wasn't all about the Benjamin's yet Fast forward years later, funerals and graduations Subtracted a couple of close friends from my equation Now the only thing I got left is the planes, man It's Gulfstream Spitta, I reps the planes, man And all the world class bitches love the planes, man But all the jive ass niggas hate the planes, man, fuck 'em Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I said it, I meant, I get it, I spend it Comfortable living 'til a motherfucker finished Uh, no handouts 'Cause niggas don't owe you nothin' Gotta do it for dolo, flashbacks of the conversation That took place between Face and Manolo The world, Chico, and everything in it [Verse 2] To Calio Doe, God bless your life And to the fallen Soulja Slim, God bless your life And to my homie St. Bernard Ace, my heart goes out To your mom, that's why I try to call her every Mother's Day This shit crazy around my way, believe it New Orleans, a different club get shot up every weekend And then come the policeman wanna know if somebody seen it New Orleans crime have red & blue lights flash Pray for the lost life as I ride past But life goes on, take a snap from the bong Smoking til we put another hole in the ozone Could you pass me a lighter, set the kush on fire As I get higher the world seems nicer Envisioning a Scarface mansion with the tiger Life is a bitch, that's true, but sad But you could fuck a freak good if you got you some cash Now I know why Tony wanted it that bad, yeah [Chorus] I said it, I meant, I get it, I spend it Comfortable living 'til a motherfucker finished Uh, no handouts 'Cause niggas don't owe you nothin' Gotta do it for dolo, flashbacks of the conversation That took place between Face and Manolo The world, Chico, and everything in it [Interlude] Where haven't we been yet? FS Jets, yeah, yeah Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga [Verse 3] It's the Crescent City Bandit, hold myself down single handed When times get hard your fair-weather friends panic Born alone, die alone, no other niggas put me on I did this on my own, what didn't kill me only made me strong Critics stop looking at Spitta through hate goggles 'Cause what you ignoring is the flow that could save tomorrow I just live what I spit, ride nice, stay dipped Picturing me with wack sneaks could make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, tryna get my grams up and avoid the handcuffs Caprice classic, play the rear cabin like a Phantom I keep it fly airplane style, check the crooked tooth smile Plus my wardrobe wilds [?] manchild Using to dollars to light my stove the drop Sans top to face the sun rays, plus the problems of the world today [Chorus] I said it, I meant, I get it, I spend it Comfortable living 'til a motherfucker finished Uh, no handouts 'Cause niggas don't owe you nothin' Gotta do it for dolo, flashbacks of the conversation That took place between Face and Manolo The world, Chico, and everything in it [Outro] Yeah FS Jets, where haven't we been yet? International passport music, nigga Welcome to the Winner's Circle Yeah