The World Is Mine

Back with a vengeance in the back of this Benz bitch, I’ve been poppin’ pills & sinnin’ away my innocence, With a MacBook of my raps filled with verbal bullets, Then I pull out my mic like a semi-automatic Mac-10, With 32 rounds of 9mms then snap to shoot & lyrically kill anyone under my level tryin’ to ratatack me, outrap me, I’ll leave these wannabe G’s 6 feet deep,deceased beneath my feet, Going against religious beliefs to beef with me, Why you vegans on your knees trying to eat my meat? The industry will turn friends into enemies, cause of greed, Frenemies switching teams, hatin’ outta jealousy, Whack MC’s wanna see me bleed, but fuck with me & I’ll kill your rap dreams then leave the crime scene, with ease I pen down these ink blots from my warped thoughts, The plot thickens thicker than the thighs of a thick thot… Hip hop dropped to a chock-a-block full of dorks, But the fun stops when the glock cocks, I’m a God to my ops, this is my plot, I write your end, I penned with such poison & venom, Tony Money Montana, yeah bitch I’m him, so say hello to my little friend.. If your bitch gives me a sign, I’ma take her in my Benz for a spin. Mein baitha in Benzi, baju mein tera baddie, Paisa ko karta mai tally, Bandon pe plug nai, bandon mein jack nai, Nashe karte launde chain nai, Meri chain custom, its fancy. Baja pura raat peela laal khaaya xanny, Deta mai sabko nai, haton mai rakhta plan B, Plan AyDee getting money, Teri bandhi mere bed pe laitkay, laitee hain naked selfies. 36 dola, nai maaru mai flex bhi, Upar neeche daye baye bandi ki kamar wo flexy, I can make this fucking place rain money, trust me, Pop karu mai champagne for my enemies’ pain. Abh khelu mai lacks mein, Mai hu fast paced, 200 dash pe, Bhage meri gaadi, and that’s facts, bitch. Living life in the fast lane, cheques lakhs mein, Smoke itna deta ki tum launde khaaste, Maru sar pe with that axe bey, Deta bars itne saare ki ye facts spray, Launde dikhe nahi kahin nahi mujhe maps pe, Ye bachhe peeche bhaage mere, beta saans le. Spotlight mere upar, lekin mai hu backstage, Gaur se dekhlay, stage ke neeche, Crowd chill aur Shanti, Toh kyu chillatah rehta hain itna kaan mein, kutte todha shant reh, beith kay saans ley paani peylay, beitay mera baat sunn lay theek se, sab log ghar gaye, Tu akele yahan stage pe, teri journey ki kahani khatam aaj se, exit vaha pe, kyuki tera ghussa wala rap, ab alag aur poorana, throw it in the trash type wala gaana, aur mera flow mera sabse effortless aur pyaara. Abh aagh laganey ka waqt agya Top floor mera, Kyuki mein hoon tony Montana, The world is mine now So fuck ya Yeh bacche sab bolte, “Shady jaise banunga mein rapper.” Wrap karr, tu akela hain yeh soch mein, Slim chance tu banega Marshal jaise, Launde dikhtai mere Esse jaise, lightweight, Agar smoke karun inko free mein bharjaiega ashtray. Gehra soch jab fuka hash se, hustle karta roz par jeeta aish mein. Daon lage mere jacks pe, time pe tu nahi karta tax pey. When police question, they talk so I’m never in the rat race, Fir bhi mein tumse aage always first place. Every time they rap, facts change, Bacche jhoot bolte itney unkay raps mein, Tu bannah chatah rapper mere jaise (HAHA) Thoda dheet, deta gale ko na chain mein, Tola theek, har gaana banta banger, Jaan buch ke karta sabdon ko na censor. Tum jo karna paye, mujhe kehta rehle sober, Asliyat mein tum toh kutte mere dober Dekhle mere nazariye se, meri chaal chalan alag, Tujhe agar mic laake du, tu bhi lagega ek duffer. Beat pe qatal karu rappers ka unki khod daali kabar, Itna aura mera power tu na daal paye bad nazar, you stupid motherfuckers!