THE WORLD IS MINE (feat. Jake Stonezz)

I just push them whips out and I get that backend

**** wasn't eating till I went and brought that pack in

Been posted on the main strip like what's really cracking

A lot of these **** is politicking, my focus is something different

I been itching for that skrilla, I represent for the ****

That understand what I'm feeling but just conceal it

'Cause the purpose is iller, than whatever you stand for

Don't talk out ya neck, boy, we boutta just

We boutta just,

Do damage and take it no matter what amount

Let's get it popping, these **** done let the kraken out

Set it off like snap, crackle—popping up at your house

Psychedelic sociopath, know what I'm talking 'bout

Your favorite rapper sure be looking like a Comic Con

She come over, we smoke and it set the ambience

I've been high all week 'cause my weed strong, shit from the future

They don't know the time that we be on, Stonezz a phenomenon

Hoes in the party gone, I got control of these bitches, I feel like Aubrey, dawg

Problem child, but she met me, now her problems gone

Somebody said the world is mine, so I'ma take it all

Yeah, they say the world is mine, so I'ma take it all

'Cause they see I got the bread, want me to break 'em off

White collar, but all of my **** break the law

I try to keep 'em motivated, they still falling off

I was working on them cars, now I sell 'em

Had to elevate, 'cause when I got the sauce, they was jelly

They was telling, and some of my **** became felons

Bitches was pregnant, and **** was still pressing for that pussy

Just like a button, her man cutting up behind that pussy I'm just cutting

He say he want some problems bout that shit and it ain't nothing

He say he want some beef but I got lamb chop muttons

I see the way they bluffing, but my poker face cannot be fucked with

We not discussing unless you tryna talk 'bout money

My options bugging—they gotta give me props, I been onto something

Graduated from the hard knock, I'm about to beat the block down like it stole something

Can't let you hold nothing, and no, it ain't up for discussion

Yeah, the way that shit be jumping out the pot

Make a **** Diddy rock one time, if you know what I'm saying

Uptown baby, in the crib cooking on the spoon—you can taste it

Raised by the freebasers and the gangsters

I was always trying to make a way

Now a **** getting paid while you slaving, man, that's so basic

Yeah, man, that's so basic

Yeah, we boutta just—