Curren Y The World Is Yours Lyrics
The World Is Yours by Curren$y
Where haven't we been yet
I'm burnin zig zags watchin scarface til I'm charged to write
in my book of rhymes bout my ridgemont high, fast times
livin in the society of the fly, in gated communities where we now reside, and reminisce on the times when we stood knee high and the innocence was still in our eyes. Murders wasn't witnessed yet no scandalous bitches yet niggas wasn't servin life sentences in prison yet we was barely writin in complete sentences yet it wasn't all about the benjamins yet fast forward years later funerals and graduations subtract a couple of close friends from my equation now the only thing I got left is the planes man its gulf strings spitta I reps the planes man and all the world class bitches love the planes man but all the jive ass niggas hate the planes man. Fuck em
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don't owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
To calliope dope god bless ya life and to the fallen soulja slim god bless ya life and to my homie saint Bernard ace, my heart goes out to ya mom that's why I try to call her every mothers day. Shit crazy round my way believe it new Orleans a different club get shot up every weekend and then come the police men wanna know if somebody seen it. New Orleans crime lab red and blue lights flash say a prayer for the lost life as I ride pass but life goes on take a snap from the bong smoke until we put another hole in the ozone could ya pass me a lighter set the kush on fire as I get higher the world seems nicer envisioning a scarface mansion with the tiger. Life is a bitch that's true but sad but you could fuck a freak good if you gotchu some cash now I know why tony wanted it that bad yeeeaaauh
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don't owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
Where haven't we been yet
Fs jets
Welcome to tha winner circle nigga
It's the crescent city bandit hold myself down single handed when times get hard ya fare weathered friends panic BORN ALONE DIE ALONE NO OTHER NIGGAS PUT ME ON I DID THIS ON MY OWN WHAT DIDN'T KILL ME ONLY MADE ME STRONG critics stop lookin at spitta through hate goggles cuz what you ignoring is the flow that could save tomorrow I just live what I spit ride nice stay dipped picturing me with wack sneaks to make my heartbeat skip and I'm amped up tryna get my grands up and avoid the handcuffs caprice classic play the rear cabin like a phantom I keep it fly airplane style check the crooked tooth smile plus my wardrobe wild club round manchild usin dollars to light my stove ride tha black in tha drop sans top to face the sunrays plus tha problems of the world today
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don't owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
I'm burnin zig zags watchin scarface til I'm charged to write
in my book of rhymes bout my ridgemont high, fast times
livin in the society of the fly, in gated communities where we now reside, and reminisce on the times when we stood knee high and the innocence was still in our eyes. Murders wasn't witnessed yet no scandalous bitches yet niggas wasn't servin life sentences in prison yet we was barely writin in complete sentences yet it wasn't all about the benjamins yet fast forward years later funerals and graduations subtract a couple of close friends from my equation now the only thing I got left is the planes man its gulf strings spitta I reps the planes man and all the world class bitches love the planes man but all the jive ass niggas hate the planes man. Fuck em
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don't owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
To calliope dope god bless ya life and to the fallen soulja slim god bless ya life and to my homie saint Bernard ace, my heart goes out to ya mom that's why I try to call her every mothers day. Shit crazy round my way believe it new Orleans a different club get shot up every weekend and then come the police men wanna know if somebody seen it. New Orleans crime lab red and blue lights flash say a prayer for the lost life as I ride pass but life goes on take a snap from the bong smoke until we put another hole in the ozone could ya pass me a lighter set the kush on fire as I get higher the world seems nicer envisioning a scarface mansion with the tiger. Life is a bitch that's true but sad but you could fuck a freak good if you gotchu some cash now I know why tony wanted it that bad yeeeaaauh
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don't owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it
Where haven't we been yet
Fs jets
Welcome to tha winner circle nigga
It's the crescent city bandit hold myself down single handed when times get hard ya fare weathered friends panic BORN ALONE DIE ALONE NO OTHER NIGGAS PUT ME ON I DID THIS ON MY OWN WHAT DIDN'T KILL ME ONLY MADE ME STRONG critics stop lookin at spitta through hate goggles cuz what you ignoring is the flow that could save tomorrow I just live what I spit ride nice stay dipped picturing me with wack sneaks to make my heartbeat skip and I'm amped up tryna get my grands up and avoid the handcuffs caprice classic play the rear cabin like a phantom I keep it fly airplane style check the crooked tooth smile plus my wardrobe wild club round manchild usin dollars to light my stove ride tha black in tha drop sans top to face the sunrays plus tha problems of the world today
I said it I meant it I get it I spend it comfortable livin til the motha fuckin finish.
No hand outs cuz niggas don't owe you nothing gotta do it for dolo flashbacks of the conversation that took place between face and minolo... the world chico and everything in it