The World Is Yours Young Drummer Boy

[Verse 1]
Chasing After Money
Cause My Bag Is Empty
Moving Through Them Borders
Like Them Bags Of Hemp Be
My Skin Color
Is The Same As Hennessy
You Don't Know My Name
But You Gonna Remember Me
I'm Nothin' Nice
I'm Far From Picky
I Mack On Your Girl
And I Leave Her A Hickie
I'm Smokin' Great
And I'm Smokin' On Plenty
And I'm Doin' What It Takes
Just To Get That Feddy
Characterized
By The Streets As Crazy
I Can't Lie Man
The Streets It Made Me
And Saved Me
I Wasn't A Crack Baby
It Was Simply Hard Times
When My Parents Raised Me
I Didn't Notice
I Was Doin My Thing
I Thought Everybody
Wore The Same Shoes As Me
Never Complained
I Was Gone Every Night
Not Knowin How I Was Livin
Was Far From Right