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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Vocals
Fabolous
Vocals
Rich Paul
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John David Jackson
Songwriter
Matthew JehuSamuels
Songwriter
Milos Angelov
Songwriter
Dominique Deshawn Smith
Songwriter
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boi-1da
Producer
Don Mills
Producer
Dommadethat
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cezar Barretto
Assistant Mixing Engineer
4amjuno
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
A motherless child, still I made her proud
I remain ten toes down, fuck bowin' to a crowd
From non-believer to achiever
Watch me change how they receive us
I bet today they believe us
When we say we can
Ain't about who's the man, but who's in position?
I can't keep playing this song if you **** refuse to listen
[Chorus]
You know the world is yours
You know the world is yours
I feel it coming over me
It's nothing like it used to be
Can feel it in my energy
You know the world is yours
You know the world is yours
You know the world is yours
It's nothing like it used to be
I feel it coming over me
They turn they back on me, dawg, they turn they back on me
It's somethin' in the energy
They turn they back on me, damn, they turn they back on me
You know the world is yours
Look how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me
You know the world is yours
I came back on these ****, thought they'd be proud of me
I was raised by real ones, real one I gotta be
I was raised by real ones, real one I gotta be
[Verse 1]
The world is yours like Tony
For real dodgin' the phonies
It's somethin' in the energy
Players duckin' these suckers
Lions watchin' for snakes
You know the world is yours
Fuck I look like drillin' some shit, I'm on my D
Focused on making music, my ****
Dope game Satchel Paige, now my pitch is legit
I'm a bag by myself, not to mention my bitch
You know the world is yours
We outer space like NASA needs to sponsor our trip
Ain't in the draft, but you know I'm still a lottery pick
Real shit
Lord, I done did my dirt, but I repent
Can feel it in my energy
Hunnid on my wrist for the times I win
Young black militant
Hood raised me not to give a shit
You know the world is yours
It wasn't in my plans, but I'm gettin' it
Walkin' through the sand, leavin' Fendi prints
You pay her Onlyfans, but I give her dick
Hear what **** sayin', but I'm livin' it
This shit like SoHo House, you need a membership
Photo like a Maybach, but the engine quick
Clutch sweatsuit, baby, I'm a max player
You know the world is yours
Fifty-nine, sixty-one, but the strap dated
You know the world is yours
My Detroit players
Hustle in our blood so the drugs could never faze us
The struggle, that's what made us
Never wanted much, I just wanted to ball
Now a **** can't be touched if they do kill 'em all
You know the protocol, I'm from the D, we ball till we fall
Bad bitches lined up from wall to wall
Wall to wall
[Chorus]
You know the world is yours
It's nothin' like it used to be
I feel it comin' over me
They turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me
It's somethin' in the energy
They turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me
You know the world is yours
Look how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me
I came back on these ****, thought they'd be proud of me
You know the world is yours
I was raised by real ones, real one I gotta be
It's nothin' like it used to be
I was raised by real ones, real one I gotta be
I feel it comin' over me
It's somethin' in the energy
You know the world is yours
They turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me
They turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me
Look how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me
I came back on these ****, thought they'd be proud of me
You know the world is yours
I was raised by real ones, real one I gotta be
I feel it comin' over me
I was raised by real ones, real one I gotta be
It's nothin' like it used to be
[Verse 2]
The world is yours, Nino, like Uniqua said
Who dat?
Can feel it in my energy
That lil' short cut rockin', pretty freak in red
You know the world is yours
G Money was slippin', too busy gettin' geeked on meds (Drugs)
You know the world is yours
They should be lookin' for the pimples on the cheeks instead
You know the world is yours
This a new jack city, hop out the Jeep on dreads
It's nothin' like it used to be
Then it's rock-a-bye baby, like Keisha said
I feel it comin' over me
I don't know too many heavyweights who beat the feds
It's somethin' in the energy
Only the real hustlers survive when the streets are dead
You know the world is yours
And haters still be tryin' to switch off movies
I guess when you in the theaters, it might piss of Tubi (I guess)
I stay away from suckers, I ditch all goofies
Still comin' through clutch in some Rich Paul newbies, yeah
Whattup, Rich?
Switch the product, no narcotics, bitch, I built the brand (I did)
Gave me nothin', made me somethin', bitch, I built a hand
I did
Like I'm playin' tunk, show they spread, crazy dunk (Woah)
I hit the aunties and the nieces, yeah, don't play with Unc'
Don't play wit' 'em
Life has been so wavy lately, gotta stay in trunks (Yeah)
We agin' like fine wine, Cabernet and blanc
Yeah
When we link, it's like when Brady get to play with Gronk
Chips
You tryin' to go play on them beaches or go play the Bronx?
Uh
I love me a bad bitch who know her watches
The beat top-notch, you got to know the notches
Levels
Always do your thing, never know who watchin'
For real
Except for the streets, 'cause you know they watchin'
Upside
Written by: Dominique Deshawn Smith, John David Jackson, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Matthew JehuSamuels, Milos Angelov