The World is Yours

[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

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I said it, I meant, I get it, I spend it
Comfortable living 'til a motherfucker finished
No handouts 'cause niggas don't owe you nothing
Gotta do it for dolo, flashbacks of the conversation
That took place between Face and Manolo
The world's Chico and everything in it

[Verse 2]
To Calio [?], God bless your life
And to the fallen Soulja Slim, God bless your life
And to my homie St. Bernard Ace, my heart goes out to you
That's why I try to call her every Mother's Day
This shit crazy around my way, believe it
New Orleans, a different club get shot up every weekend
And then come the policeman wanna know if somebody seen it
New Orleans crime have red & blue lights flashing
Pray for the lost life as I ride past
But life goes on, take a [?] from the bong
Smoking til we put another hole in the ozone
Could you pass me a lighter, set the kush on fire
As I get higher the world seems nicer
Envisioning a Scarface mansion with the tiger
Life is a bitch, that's true but sad
But you could fuck a freak good if you got you some cash
Now I know why Tony wanted it that bad, yeah

[Chorus]
I said it, I meant, I get it, I spend it
Comfortable living 'til a motherfucker finished
No handouts 'cause niggas don't owe you nothing
Gotta do it for dolo, flashbacks of the conversation
That took place between Face and Manolo
The world's Chico and everything in it, yeah

[Interlude]
Where haven't we been yet?
FS Jets, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga

[Verse 3]
This the Crescent City Bandit, hold myself down single handed
When times get hard you fail whether friends panic
Born alone, die alone, no other niggas put me on
I did this on my own, what didn't kill me only made me strong
Critics stop looking at Spitta through hate goggles
'Cause what you ignoring is the flow that could save tomorrow
I just live what I spit, [?]
Picturing me with [?] could make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, tryna get my grams up and avoid the handcuffs
Capris classic [?] rear cabin like a Phantom
I keep it fly airplane style
Check the crooked tooth smile, plus my wardrobe wild
[?] manchild
Using to [?] the drop
[?] to face the sunrays
Plus the problems of the world today

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, uh
I said it, I meant, I get it, I spend it
Comfortable living 'til a motherfucker finished
No handouts 'cause niggas don't owe you nothing
Gotta do it for dolo, flashbacks of the conversation
That took place between Face and Manolo
The world's Chico and everything in it

[Outro]
Yeah
FS Jets, where haven't we been yet?
International passport music, nigga
Welcome to the Winner's Circle
Yeah