Whose world is this? It's yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
The versatile, honey stickin' wild, golden child
The crew is lampin' big Willie style
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Picturin' my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep
I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin' guns in all my baby pictures
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whether crusin' in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
Long Island, yo the world is yours
Whose world is this? It's yours
Whose world is this? Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Publishers: ILL WILL MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC.
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin' Danes plus the games
The world is yours to everybody in Brooklyn
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
The world is yours, to everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours
Whose world is this? It's yours
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Whose world is this? Yeah the world is yours, the world is yours
South Bronx, the world is yours, aight?
Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
Whose world is this? It's yours
Songwriters: Nasir Jones, Peter O Phillips
The world is yours
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Suede Timbs on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
Whose world is this? It's yours
'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Headed for Indiana stabbin' women like the Phantom
Or caught by the Devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
Staten Island, yea the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
People play, bust the problems of the world today
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin'
You flippin' coke or playin' spit spades in strip poker
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Break it down
It's yours
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
Stash through the flock wools, burnin' dollars to light my stove
Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours
Whose world is this? It's yours
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
Even my brain's in handcuffs
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
How ya livin' large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
While all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soakin' they sins in trays
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep
Y'all know the world is yours
Whose world is this?
Yet I'm the mild, money gettin' style, rollin' foul
Beef with housin' police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Then writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
Thinkin' a word best describin' my life, to name my daughter
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
Yea aight? To everybody in Queens, the foundation
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine