[Verse One: J-Roc]
You see these four stars align, our constellation
Flashes of Nazi Germany, our camp’s concentration
This is war nigga but what we need is love
They say we not the ones, the evidence is OJ’s gloves
We did it, Delta Airlines, to me, women are all the same
You’ll never replace Steph and that standing at the baggage claim
Watch the penmanship ink the Genesis, no Sega, Omega creator
Fists in the air, pay homage to Huey Newton
But to leave the world behind like the theory of evolution
Big bang nigga, that’s our cue to take off like DeRo, we dope
We say Fan-Ta-Sa-Ro, beat killers, stretch till the world is ours
Victor Von, Reed Richards, fantastic, kill ‘em all with this rap shit
Shoot ‘em across the Atlas in a Galactic, Galactus
[Hook]
The world is yours and everything in it
We all about to come up, ‘bout to get lifted
Uh, crush dice with my wrist click
Bad broads, couple cars and a big clique
The world is yours and everything in it
The hoes pour it up, Earl Flynn to the center
Like, like the world is yours, like, like the world is yours
[Verse Two: E-Fav]
These R-H-Y-ME Panamers ain’t cheap
We came a long way from the bullshit, knee deep
We young kings and you can see the look in they face
They looking shook as our community
When gats clicked, them niggas started rocking up
And cutting that hard white and cocaine shit
Bars costing you dead shit, homie
Who the fuck you think you talking with?
And by the way, keep your offering, your orifices officers
We harder than most artists’ offerings, scour the market
Baby, my jogging a little altered, we just wanna see them titties
That’s falling out of your halter, make me dive ‘cross the water
While sipping this (?) with my Ghostface wallabies
We gotta be nothing short of anomalies
[Verse Three: Laz]
You probably try angles like an isosceles
We the reason people waking up, the flow is coffee beans
C with the S and the F beside that
Your toes tap, rap
We the symbol like the high hat
Yeah ‘cause odds are we about to blow
You could bet your bottom dollar like you dropped your wallet on the floor
A giant fee we fight for, fum
Boy you dropped the bar, just let it go
Y’all got swag, we got flows
Catch me in the sto’ shopping for a globe nigga
[Hook]
[Verse Four: Ilajide]
The world is mine we
Rhyme right lethal
Light diesel a complex
Keeping it Spike Spiegel
Yo rent- (What’s up?)
Tell these niggas this that-
(Cowboy Bebop Ila)
Chop ‘em down with that E.I
We G.I
You average Joe Swanson nigga
Stand for the Revo
Then get that blogging nigga
Money, sex, drugs, (Hooh!)
The true school heads is loving it though
We four niggas broadcasting
With the Comcast off
In back struggling
Pulling bitches like they bra-strap off
We ain’t thugging
My niggas just like the Bone to the Harmony
Analogy, an I.E
We showing you how to fuck beats
Yo, fuck beats
My shit hot
Repeat yo shit for this jock who get not
But now you oh oh, oh this shit knock B
Ilajide bitch can call (?)
Blowing like kamikaze
You acting like Johnny Kaji
See, we just want your mama jumping like Juwani
Rolling doobies up in the cut
Hatori Hanzi, playing "Raise It Up"
Dealer slum village on the lodge looking vigilante
And (?), life sucks, ganji
That’s what we on for sure
The world is yours
Holla at a nigga when we on tour
[Hook]
You see these four stars align, our constellation
Flashes of Nazi Germany, our camp’s concentration
This is war nigga but what we need is love
They say we not the ones, the evidence is OJ’s gloves
We did it, Delta Airlines, to me, women are all the same
You’ll never replace Steph and that standing at the baggage claim
Watch the penmanship ink the Genesis, no Sega, Omega creator
Fists in the air, pay homage to Huey Newton
But to leave the world behind like the theory of evolution
Big bang nigga, that’s our cue to take off like DeRo, we dope
We say Fan-Ta-Sa-Ro, beat killers, stretch till the world is ours
Victor Von, Reed Richards, fantastic, kill ‘em all with this rap shit
Shoot ‘em across the Atlas in a Galactic, Galactus
[Hook]
The world is yours and everything in it
We all about to come up, ‘bout to get lifted
Uh, crush dice with my wrist click
Bad broads, couple cars and a big clique
The world is yours and everything in it
The hoes pour it up, Earl Flynn to the center
Like, like the world is yours, like, like the world is yours
[Verse Two: E-Fav]
These R-H-Y-ME Panamers ain’t cheap
We came a long way from the bullshit, knee deep
We young kings and you can see the look in they face
They looking shook as our community
When gats clicked, them niggas started rocking up
And cutting that hard white and cocaine shit
Bars costing you dead shit, homie
Who the fuck you think you talking with?
And by the way, keep your offering, your orifices officers
We harder than most artists’ offerings, scour the market
Baby, my jogging a little altered, we just wanna see them titties
That’s falling out of your halter, make me dive ‘cross the water
While sipping this (?) with my Ghostface wallabies
We gotta be nothing short of anomalies
[Verse Three: Laz]
You probably try angles like an isosceles
We the reason people waking up, the flow is coffee beans
C with the S and the F beside that
Your toes tap, rap
We the symbol like the high hat
Yeah ‘cause odds are we about to blow
You could bet your bottom dollar like you dropped your wallet on the floor
A giant fee we fight for, fum
Boy you dropped the bar, just let it go
Y’all got swag, we got flows
Catch me in the sto’ shopping for a globe nigga
[Hook]
[Verse Four: Ilajide]
The world is mine we
Rhyme right lethal
Light diesel a complex
Keeping it Spike Spiegel
Yo rent- (What’s up?)
Tell these niggas this that-
(Cowboy Bebop Ila)
Chop ‘em down with that E.I
We G.I
You average Joe Swanson nigga
Stand for the Revo
Then get that blogging nigga
Money, sex, drugs, (Hooh!)
The true school heads is loving it though
We four niggas broadcasting
With the Comcast off
In back struggling
Pulling bitches like they bra-strap off
We ain’t thugging
My niggas just like the Bone to the Harmony
Analogy, an I.E
We showing you how to fuck beats
Yo, fuck beats
My shit hot
Repeat yo shit for this jock who get not
But now you oh oh, oh this shit knock B
Ilajide bitch can call (?)
Blowing like kamikaze
You acting like Johnny Kaji
See, we just want your mama jumping like Juwani
Rolling doobies up in the cut
Hatori Hanzi, playing "Raise It Up"
Dealer slum village on the lodge looking vigilante
And (?), life sucks, ganji
That’s what we on for sure
The world is yours
Holla at a nigga when we on tour
[Hook]
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