[Intro: Quail P]
I got the world in my hand, ooh
I got the world in my hand
(In my hand, in my hand, ooh)
I got the world in my hand
(Palaze, what you cookin'?)
Mmm
[Chorus: Quail P]
I got the world in my hands
Don't think that I'm stoppin', I wake up first and start praying
'Cause the devil be plottin', I made myself so advance
Just to make me a profit (Profit)
Tryna stuff up my pants before I get in that coffin (Coffin)
I thank the streets 'cause it made us (Yeah)
I won't go to sleep, I rather stay up-up
'Cause I'm not too sure if I'ma wake up (No, no)
All the pain, I keep it bottled in
I won't shed a tear until the day I bring them dollars in
[Verse 1: Quail P]
Nigga, how the hell you beefin' 'bout a hoe?
Nigga not again
My dawg say he don't need him a scope, just spot a man
I told my bae that she ain't leavin' me 'cause we united (Yeah)
I know if it's something out here creep, I'ma find it
You takin' needles 'cause you feelin' d-low 'bout some love
Your life must be on E, I never seen you at the club
Poppin' bottles, throwin' dubs
See, I guess you had enough (Enough)
Everybody hurt your feelings, then sweep it under the rug
Lost my pops still tryna shake it off (Off)
Aye girl, if you hurt, you better play it off-off
The streets still got them sticks and they don't play at all
Yeah, this the life that's so real, this the life you better feel
My whole clique don't know how to love (At all, at all)
Nigga, if you dead, we gon' tilt them fuckin' bottles up
I'm thankful that I'm blessed, but I still feel like it's not enough
If it 'bout no bread, what's the reason to come talk to us?
I got the world in my hand, ooh
I got the world in my hand
(In my hand, in my hand, ooh)
I got the world in my hand
(Palaze, what you cookin'?)
Mmm
[Chorus: Quail P]
I got the world in my hands
Don't think that I'm stoppin', I wake up first and start praying
'Cause the devil be plottin', I made myself so advance
Just to make me a profit (Profit)
Tryna stuff up my pants before I get in that coffin (Coffin)
I thank the streets 'cause it made us (Yeah)
I won't go to sleep, I rather stay up-up
'Cause I'm not too sure if I'ma wake up (No, no)
All the pain, I keep it bottled in
I won't shed a tear until the day I bring them dollars in
[Verse 1: Quail P]
Nigga, how the hell you beefin' 'bout a hoe?
Nigga not again
My dawg say he don't need him a scope, just spot a man
I told my bae that she ain't leavin' me 'cause we united (Yeah)
I know if it's something out here creep, I'ma find it
You takin' needles 'cause you feelin' d-low 'bout some love
Your life must be on E, I never seen you at the club
Poppin' bottles, throwin' dubs
See, I guess you had enough (Enough)
Everybody hurt your feelings, then sweep it under the rug
Lost my pops still tryna shake it off (Off)
Aye girl, if you hurt, you better play it off-off
The streets still got them sticks and they don't play at all
Yeah, this the life that's so real, this the life you better feel
My whole clique don't know how to love (At all, at all)
Nigga, if you dead, we gon' tilt them fuckin' bottles up
I'm thankful that I'm blessed, but I still feel like it's not enough
If it 'bout no bread, what's the reason to come talk to us?
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