World Is Mine - Kool G Rap, Crooked I, Willie the Kid

It’s your boy King Kong

Willie the Kid

ECP, nigga

Crooked I, what up my nigga?

Yeah

See I’mma section eight baby, comin' up I had to scrap hard

No American Express, just a EBT snap card

Dropped out, I was sick of school, I just wanna stack large

Then I dropped a jacuzzi and swimmin' pool in my back yard

Long Beach to Liverpool, I’m smokin' the Church Hill

Thinkin' about the days I was raised because it hurts still

This is like the Bible and Quran, every verse real

I ain’t talkin' breakfast when I say I seen my first meal

Y’all rappin' prima donnas can’t see me and G and

We piranhas

I can get a from Tijuana

Catch me in the heated suana with a sippin' jalatas

If I’m speakin' dollars and commas, you gotta beat it, momma

I’m just a nigga from a broken home who hold his own

Talkin' cold on burned out mobile phones and totin' chrome

With the thieves and the bandits, can you please understand it?

King Crooked,

I own the deed to this planet

The world is mine, ya dig?

La-da-da

Shouldda known the world was mine with all this dough and all this shopping,

chocolate syrup, the whole nine

All mine, all mine, all mine

Shouldda known the world was mine, the words across the lot so I can touch a

gold mine

All mine, all mine, all mine

G on that old school vibe, nigga, like Morris

Panamera Porsches blind like Farrah Fawcett

Silky pleasure palace all in my

thing on niggas like

Like in Vegas, I walk away with the

Sugar Hill, nigga couldda filled

He in position like diagrams and karate charts

Cuban cigars, Ménage à trois, and body sparks

My bottle momma got body parts like she Dolly Part'

Victoria Crown car parked in the rally cars

Shit even matter, my diamonds shine in the cloudy parts

It’s team Crooked I, bullets fly,

The world is mines, crazy he got that heart of

So follow that, holler back, we on that dollar chase

Some wildin' states niggas laid back on a pile of cake

And any be a on a balance tray

The world is mine, ya dig?

La-da-da

Shouldda known the world was mine with all this dough and all this shopping,

chocolate syrup, the whole nine

All mine, all mine, all mine

Shouldda known the world was mine, the words across the lot so I can touch a

gold mine

All mine, all mine, all mine

Lullabies, double lives, then it squeeze four-fives

Them lemon soda, Promethazine niggas

Told 'em to hold my niggas shinin'

GS been to VS Diamonds, coppin' no consignment

When sendin' money for commissary my niggas committed

Catch a body in Sarasotam, convicted

Forever young,, crackin' the stroller

Diaper bag blood money, scrub it like a loofah

For European loafers and loose bitches with tight pussy, I bend 'em over

Send some bottles over

Let’s make a toast to hood legends who dead and gone

So get the money be gone, don’t overstay your welcome

Fuck stuntin', I overspend

They can’t stand to see a nigga workin' his plan

I planned to put plenty people in position to get it

Pile of plush furcoats, the winter time is so frigid

Countin' digits in the blizzard, get it how you live it

Yeah

La-da-da

Shouldda known the world was mine with all this dough and all this shopping,

chocolate syrup, the whole nine

All mine, all mine, all mine

Shouldda known the world was mine, the words across the lot so I can touch a

gold mine

All mine, all mine, all mine