Take Over Tha World

[Intro]

Hold on let me beatbox some shit right quick
Yeah let me do something like that, come on

[Verse 1]

Nigga what you take me for a fucking joke
Run up on that bullshit your ass getting poked
Don’t think it’s just a bar that I wrote in my notes
My styles every holiday will turn you into ghosts
Youngin is the name and I’m  from D.C
Blue jeans, black tee every time you see me
On my last album I gotta say my peace
And speak to the streets they’ve been waiting on me
They tired of these fake ass, unc’d out rappers
Sitting on the gram with thеir phones out capping
Me I make it happеn I don’t really talk much
Reaching for the stars for that cream call it Starbucks
I make my own beats and I write my own songs
Dropping only hot shit for 20 years strong
I’m thinking I should stop, and I should move on
But I’m headed to the top, ‘cause that’s where I belong

[Hook]

I hear them talk about me, but that don’t worry me
They only stay around me, momentarily
When I’m making moves, they ain’t never there
And I be everywhere screaming
We gon’ take over the world, ay
We gon' take over the world, sheesh

[Verse 2]

Nigga what you think this is a fucking game
Because I go hard in the motherfucking paint
And whenever I drive niggas clear the lane
Because I get my RJ on and bring pain
Insane in the membrane like I’m B Real
Youngin stay hungry I’m trying to see mills
So I stay cooking up the recipe still
Labels can’t talk without a Master P deal
See I ain’t these new dudes I know the business
I am the realest your god is my witness
They talking slick shit you gotta ignore ‘em
When you on a mission you gotta pray for ‘em
The limit is the sky but it’s shit beyond that
If this album catches then I’m going back
But if not, then I’m bowing out gracefully
The only thing that’s changing my mind is the bakery

[Hook]

[End]