World In My Hands

The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my palm like it's pomade Cheering like they got pom poms on And I'll document it, put it on page Flipped it on 'em, I swanton bombed And she say that she saw me on prime time Stock going up draft combine I don't wanna hear about the bullshit I could write a full book How you only keep it real sometimes Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like If I didn't try To take my whole life And put it in writing And put it on wax To play while you drive I was on the bus with it Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket Y'all still did everything but listen Now they tryna sign Like a petition Submission How I got the game in a choke hold Knew my day would come, it was foretold I've been focusing on keeping my balance Like I had a couple drinks in the cupholder I ain't worried 'bout you boys moving backwards Just the forward 3 Man weave just the forwards Justified Side by side Juxtaposed Jumping out Just to show you The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands They trafficking, they dont got crossing guards We hope to die, we just cross our hearts Reader's digest, I got food for thought From where they keep pack like they move alot I was a diamond in the rough But rough was more literal Now I kill with the literary Just drop it on 'em like litterers I just put my life in some literature Like literally I can't hold it I feel all of it The police targeted Like I'm shoppin' Want my albums posthumous No fraudulent Gas like flatulence Hoe I feel fabulous I'm fathering All these styles I hit Then they copy it You know I ain't worried 'bout that tho' Look how they react when I'm back home I could turn a trap to a castle Still yellin' bitch mob task force In my vans Mobbin' through France Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands Daydreamin' it's real when we wake up Gave my all but can't say I gave up They wonder what these dreams are made of My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf Burn like the pain when you see me grow Yeah yeah it's that same old negro Crazy how now this weed shit legal Bro mane passion was the profit Got to moving trees Like the breeze Only two p's deep for Judge slammed the gaval and he gone Good man need a lil more just to feed his people Screaming reparations 'Til my respiration meet the expiration No ain't no rush lil bitch I got patience Doctor the blunt Goddamn me I'm waiting With the wind in my hand Grinning like damn Fresh linen Lining flicking like Tiana Trump damn A-town stomp Fuck Trump St Lou taught me never front, stunt Dave Mirra bring it bike on 'em They been feeling dead Dripping life on 'em On your head Turn to lice on 'em Come to bread Need a high quota On a quest for my lil niggas Gotta get 'em back Turn the Phife on 'em The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands The world in my hands Daydreamin' is real when we wake up Gave my all but can't say I gave up They wonder what these dreams are made of