Young World (YBN Cordae Version)

[Intro: YBN Cordae] Yeah, now listen [Verse 1: YBN Cordae] Royce Da 5'9" with fly rhymes and eight foot flow Shout out the OG's who told me to chase yo goals Never stargazing, Mansa Musa reincarnated, too far hated Chip on my shoulder sub par paychecks Was dreaming to drop a classic album Who would've predicted this massive outcome The same cloth as Malcolm, I was cut from A fabric thats custom and handmade as I go on this rampage Ain't no stopping my damn rage I'm a monster, whose yet to be conquered this shit is bonkers A country boy flowing like I was straight out of yonkers, let's be honest The game is ironic blowing atomic bomb and columbine couldn't stop my rhymes rap for number nine, I be that Nigga, so fuck your critical feedback Return from a relapse now I can finally relax Be patient, I'm wielding the power of three nations To simply not to spaz is taking a deep placement, my god [Chorus: [?] & Royce da 5'9"] Hey, young world Hey, young world Don't you change, for the world (You gotta be you) Hey, young world Hey, young world I saw you change the world [Verse 2: G Perico] Yeah, that Adderall got you up Them student loans that you owe got you fucked Niggas like me still stuck on parole Niggas like me caught cases and never told Stick to the code, you cracker men make your own rules But that's only if you really in the for movement Got my first check and put some ice on my neck Dropped ten on my card co-signed by my Bic, yeah Lyin' with the Crip, yeah, doin' wild shit, yeah Comin' from the ghetto where this ignorance is bliss, yeah Gun fire sparked the mind now the mind had changed the world High fashion got me scorin' big with all the fine girls It was all a dream, GQ magazines Hit the Billboard, throwin' up the 2 when the big G Young world, young world, make way for the new progressive gangster with the curl [Pre-Chorus] Hey young world [?] fake man Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up The bitches, the chains, respect before fame Those are things that make the young world go 'round The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne Type of things that make the young world go 'round [Interlude] The Carolina Panthers have selected with their number one draft pick, Chauncy Blackburn (Hey, young world) It is rumored that he brought his mother into a brand new home (Young world) She'll be paying off the interest for the rest of her life, congratulations (Hey young world) Recent action says that P.Diddy wants to buy the Carolina Panthers (Don't you change) [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] Fuck the Panthers, we out of fuckin' panthers Throwin' Benjamins though we could hardly trust the dancer The truth should set me free, but somehow I'm stuck with answers Wish I could give George Zimmerman Karlie Hustle cancer I made millions off of PRhyme, bruh No one would front though, like where the fans be lined up? James Ball was speakin' to street niggas with peace signs up Straight boss, my pheromones secrete Elon Musk I've grown to rebuke the Bible, had homies that suicidal I loaned them until they wronged, me when grown men too entitled Took my first drink at Dr. Dre home 'cause I was homeless But nowadays wildin' Roman roamin' should do as I do I ain't here for the prize or medals Knowledge of God, or lies of Devils Knowledge of I, or the eyes of several Death from the gun at the drummer's expense Tell Trump don't send a tweet, send a plumber to Flint [Outro: Royce da 5'9"] Take the sky as your limits Take the sky as your limits Same ones that tried to hide your lineage Young world Young world, young world, young world World, world, world, world, world World, young world-world