The World Is Yours AKA

[Chorus]
You played it safe, I raised the bar
Amazing grace, I praise the Lord
Versace store, the world is yours
Monate so, monate so
Paparazzi wanna fuck with a happy home
The shwashwi in the cut with a camera phone
Everytime we in the club it’s a family show
Take the trophy home, we the champions
Champions
Champions
Champions
Champions

[Post-Chorus]
Always knew you’d be on top again
Supa Mega he on top again

[Verse 1]
Couple dalis in the cut for the ambience
But you wildin', ’bout to call you a maxi home
It’s a classic night, Friday action night
Paid the price for everything that we sacrificed
For the bragging rights
I deserve this life
It’s a perfect time to keep my circle tight
Fuck the flashing lights, fuck the plastic life
What’s the verdict when I pull up at the traffic light?
Who got the juice? Who got the juice?
Somebody make me an offer I can’t refuse
This summer we on some other “Let’s act a fool”
Do numbers like Khuli Chana with Absolut
What it look like?
Everytime we pull up it’s a good time
All in good time like good wine
Record labels acting like Suge Knight
Keep it North side
Don’t ever treat me like a popeye
I got my niggas on standby
You gon’ say hello to the bad guys