World Is Mine

[Intro: Kool G Rap, Willie the Kid & Crooked I] It's your boy King Kong Willie the Kid ECP, my nigga Crooked I, what up my nigga? Yeah [Verse 1: Crooked I] 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 Giancana We piranhas I can get a ki manana 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? [Chorus: Pearl Gates] La-da-da Shoulda known the world was mine with all this dough and all this shine, bitch, I deserve the whole nine All mine, all mine, all mine Shoulda known the world was mine, I chop the words and cross the line so I can touch a gold mine All mine, all mine, all mine [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] G on that old school vibe, nigga, like Garrett Morris Panorama Porsches blond bitch like Farrah Fawcett Silky pleasure palace [?] all in my [?] [?] thing I bang on niggas like Darryl Dawkins 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 ain't gonn' matter, my diamonds shine in the cloudy parts It's team Crooked I, bullets fly, through sly remarks The world is mines, it's crazy y'all 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 pile of yay on a balance tray The world is mine, ya dig? [Chorus: Pearl Gates] La-da-da Shouldda known the world was mine with all this dough and all this shine, bitch, I deserve the whole nine All mine, all mine, all mine Shouldda known the world was mine, chop the words and cross the line so I can touch a gold mine All mine, all mine, all mine [Verse 3: Willie the Kid] Lullabies, double lives, lemme squeeze four-fives The 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 Sarasota, convicted for yola Forever young, [Reaganomics], 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 [Chorus: Pearl Gates] La-da-da Shouldda known the world was mine with all this dough and all this shine, bitch, I deserve the whole nine All mine, all mine, all mine Shouldda known the world was mine, chop the words and cross the line so I can touch a gold mine All mine, all mine, all mine