The World Is Yours

The throne is mine but the world is yours

The throne is mine but the world is yours

The throne is mine but the world is yours

Look

Walking down this road brow furrowed and palms calloused

Honor giving way to resentment and hard malice

Gave my all to honing my art and this raw talent

Gave my heart a chance to recover from scar damages

Problems?

Got like easily 99 of them bitches

All these birds chirping like gossip don't ruffle feathers

Cutting bitches off if they toxic I know I'm better

If I ever find the one then I'm done with you hoes forever

Hungry? I'm fucking starving

The cost of a tortured artist

My beliefs been too fringe to be an industry darling

Birds been of a feather

My flock is more strong together

I'm partners in arms with rebels

Who sparring with Gods and devils

Brothers in arms spoken

Of spirits and dark omens

Mothers been heart broken

Turned tears into art moments

My lyrics and bars potent

These theories that goats wrote I done turned into practice

I made it happen just to prove this shit mind over matter

I'm hopscotching over enemy lines

These impotent minds

These rappers out here claiming that they harder than I

I rip out your spine

Mortal Kombat finisher line

I turned my wrist to sub zero with these militant rhymes

The skeptics still alarmed

Because the rise been unharmed

The malice made me strong

You see the callous in my palms

Aye look I'm talented and charming

Keep these motherfuckers honest

'Cause your top three is the wrong if Havana isn't on it

The throne is mine but the world is yours

The throne is mine but the world is yours

The throne is mine but the world is yours

Look

I'm stringing thoughts together off a beat that Jank had sent me

Interstellar dreams from where I'm standing

The plan B

Is taking everything that y'all won't hand me

The plan A

Abandoned long before I pushed the Camry

Your city centric view of rapping how you justify your size

I took the team Worldwide and opened eyelids with these rhymes

Too many rappers in the scene still on Griselda type of beats

There's nothing you do that's unique go find a different hobby

I'm bouta start a fucking wave like 2012 tsunami

I'm making rappers turn to ghosts Takashi Murakami

My soul's in need of patience indulgent in my complacence

These hoes in need of paper I can't be the one to save em

My conscience been at war with my heart when times get hard

Hopefully my art will atone in the eyes of God

I'm throwing boulders at your glass homes until I'm in a hearse

So I refuse to fraternize or chit chat with you nerds

Sold my heart to this art form the cost of these words

Sunflowers on my coffin when they put me in the dirt

King