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Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope
Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope
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Julia Frieze
Julia Frieze
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Nicholas Britell
Nicholas Britell
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Raphelle Andrews
Raphelle Andrews
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Bobby Grand
Bobby Grand
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Lyrics

They sayin' I'm destined for that bright fame
It's literally in my name
Came up out my mom shinnin, never needed a chain
Odds stacked against me, feel like I'm pullin' on a Jenga block
Crabs reachin' for me while I'm duckin' all the city cops
You can do it, you put your mind to it
I never believed it, open your eyes, these rich **** cheatin'
No time to kick it when they resellin' my sneaks
West Coast Joe, makin' sure I never get my piece
Who gives a fuck about them plugs you met, when your mom's a Nike exec
****, what you expect
Get you a LLC and go and steal you a check
And if they catch you, they sue the business
Shit is stupidest, I'm never amazed by the things they do
And if you catch on to the wave, they just change the rules
Gotta know the game you playin, stick to the code
Honor yours, Pop told me to pay it no mind, ****, the world is yours
Its yours, yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
They say the world is yours, yours
Its mine, its mine, its mine
They say the world is yours, yours
Its mine, its mine, its mine
They say the world is yours, yours
Its mine, its mine, its mine
They say the world is yours
I aspire to be great like Hov
On my own like Nipsey did
Since I can't shake his hand, give that love to Nipsey kids
They done fucked around and sparked my whole mind up
Electrolytes on me like Duracell, give me light
And I'm a King like Martin and Fred
X a **** like Malcolm tryna play with my bread, I need all my wheat
All them weeks, I was starving, now I'm carving up meat
Building a tree that grow green, just to make sure my son shaded
Might name him Sir, so when they address him I know they hate it
Call me whatever, can't call me a slave
Cause Mr. Pope sign my checks when it's time to get paid
Y'all rockin' Balenciaga My shirt say Bili
Xanny with the bars, you would think the perks all in me
Aye, I'm in to real estate, Art, stocks and marble floors
Fuck a locked door, Pop told me that the world is yours
Its yours, yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
They say the world is yours, yours
Its mine, its mine, its mine
They say the world is yours, yours
Its mine, its mine, its mine
They say the world is yours, yours
Its mine, its mine, its mine
They say the world is yours
They say the world is yours, yours
Its mine, its mine, its mine
They say the world is yours
Written by: Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope, Julia Frieze, Nicholas Britell, Raphelle Andrews
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