
This World Is Ours 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians
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[Chorus: Short Nitty]
It's impossible to stop us, we [?] in my pockets
[?] on and on and on
Now this world is our’s
This world is mine
Now this world is our's
This world is mine
It's impossible to stop us, we [?] in my pockets
[?] on and on and on
Now this world is our’s
This world is mine
Now this world is our's
This world is mine
[Verse 1: Bakarii]
This world is mine
The drugs, the guns, the cheese, the 1's
The love, the mugs, the rogues, the thugs
When I hold my grudge, my bareta weigh a ton
Just a villain nigga
Gutter living, screaming "fuck 'em" til they feel a nigga
You just a pawn, I'm independent making poetry mob
With Little Kemp and Sean, I got the world in my palms
In my lips, I got the bomb
Steady rolling
Chasing chetter like a cheeta
Still we roguish
Ready to [?] take what's mine
That's a given
To my killing
That's how I’m living
I’ll be a zillion years old, and never fold
Got so much stress on my life, so I smoke dope
[?] slay my foes, and get them gone
But now they got me in the mix, so hear my song
I'm representing Kansas City, block niggas on the grind
Read the [?] the world is mine
It's impossible to stop us, we [?] in my pockets
[?] on and on and on
Now this world is our’s
This world is mine
Now this world is our's
This world is mine
It's impossible to stop us, we [?] in my pockets
[?] on and on and on
Now this world is our’s
This world is mine
Now this world is our's
This world is mine
[Verse 1: Bakarii]
This world is mine
The drugs, the guns, the cheese, the 1's
The love, the mugs, the rogues, the thugs
When I hold my grudge, my bareta weigh a ton
Just a villain nigga
Gutter living, screaming "fuck 'em" til they feel a nigga
You just a pawn, I'm independent making poetry mob
With Little Kemp and Sean, I got the world in my palms
In my lips, I got the bomb
Steady rolling
Chasing chetter like a cheeta
Still we roguish
Ready to [?] take what's mine
That's a given
To my killing
That's how I’m living
I’ll be a zillion years old, and never fold
Got so much stress on my life, so I smoke dope
[?] slay my foes, and get them gone
But now they got me in the mix, so hear my song
I'm representing Kansas City, block niggas on the grind
Read the [?] the world is mine
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