The World Is Yours

Yo, Gigi! Turn it up

I ain't got emotions. I get rid of all of my pain through blunt smoking

I'm proving all this shit with my actions, ain't nothing spoken

I couldn't get a pass in the game when I was open

I'm a game winning shot taker, I don't do no choking

Keep your head on a swivel, you cannot get caught loafing

Where I go, smoke go, you know the whole gang doping

If it's smoke that a nigga want, this bitch gonna roll it

I don't do laundry, that don't mean you can't get folded

We Get back, eye for eye, fuck tryna be holy

These niggas tryna jock the swag, all that shit be stolen