World In My Hands (feat. Smino & LEGIT)

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 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 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 cup-holder I ain't worried bout your boys moving backwards Just the forward, 3 Man weave just the forwards Justified, side by side, juxtaposed, jumping out, just to show you the... The world in my hands, the world in my hands (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) The world in my hands, the world in my hands The world in my hands, the world in my hands (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) The world in my hands, the world in my hands Hey! Look, they trafficking, they don't 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 a lot 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 though (about that though) Look how they react when I'm back home (when I'm back home) I could turn a trap to a castle (to a castle) Still yellin' bitch mob task force (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) 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 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) The world in my hands, the world in my hands The world in my hands, the world in my hands (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) The world in my hands, the world in my hands Daydreamin' its real when we wake up Gave my all but can't say I gave up They wonder what these dreams are made of (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) 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 mainpassion was the profit Got to moving trees, like the breeze, only two-piece default Judge slammed the gavel and he gone Good man need a lil' more tryna feed his people Screaming reparations, 'till my respiration meet the expiration, uh No ain't no rush lil' bitch, I got patience Doctor the blunt, goddamn me I'm waiting With the wind in my hand, ay, grinning like damn Fresh linen, lining flicking like Teanna Trump damn, ay A town stomp Fuck Trump, chunk 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 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) The world in my hands, the world in my hands The world in my hands, the world in my hands (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh) The world in my hands, the world in my hands Daydreamin' its real when we wake up Gave my all but can't say I gave up They wonder what these dreams are made of (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)