The World is Yours Curren$y

[Intro]
(It's yours) Yeah
Whose world is this?
Where haven't we been yet?
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
(It's yours) FS Jets
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
Yeah, Welcome to the Winner's Circle
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?

[Verse 1]
I' burnin' Zig Zags, watchin' Scarface 'til I'm charged, then
Writin' in my book of rhymes about my Ridgemont High Fast Times
Living in a society of the fly
In gated communities where we now reside
Then reminisce in 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 serving life sentences in prison yet
We was barely in complete sentences, yet
It wasn't all about the Benjamin's yet
Fast forward years later, funerals and graduations
Subtracted a couple of close friends from my equation
Now the only thing I got left is the planes man
It's Gulfstream 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