The World Is Yours

It's yours

Whose world is this

The world is yours, the world is yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this

It's yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this

The world is yours, the world is yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this

 

Housing projects, police deep, makin' trouble,

but they're in a vacant bubble, these ain't weak streets,

gangsta roll up on you drivin' slow, pop a Molly yo,

do a drive-by with windows up in Hollygrove,

smoke the indo, infinite rhymes and potential,

simple but I got a mental pickin' up the pencil,

think about jail, 'cuz it's black when you fill the pen,

the villains win, imprisoned males? A million,

I lost of a lot of friends to the beast, and rock bottom,

man I never, ever reached, so I preach, I got problems,

from the West to the East, the 'hood blocks got 'em,

from the best to the least, I'd wish I'd not blossom,

a stay a rose grown from concrete, from the streets,

every time I spit a rhyme, commit a crime on beats,

so why everybody makes careers so passionate,

I'm thinkin' "the world is yours", guess I couldn't capture it

 

It's yours

Whose world is this

The world is yours, the world is yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this

It's yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this

The world is yours, the world is yours

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this