The Whole World

Lyrics

Big bad insane Strong Arm Steady gang
 Way beyond the days of rockin them stupid rapper chains
 Comin through clear the lane, send a bullet through your brain
 Number one with a bullet - faster than the bullet train
 Pop it if you pull it mayne, hang with orangutans
 I live for my soldiers, ask them, they gon' say the same
 My gauge rings your bells like the Hunchback of Notre Dame
 Ain't even gotta say it, you motherfuckers know the name
 Legendary classic, niggaz be punk pussy and plastic
 Wastin the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!)
 But look how strong we are, man I'm a motherfuckin star
 Every week I cop a house and a car
 The mini-mansion off in Vegas with the vanquish
 That's where I mastermind my situations, determination and patience
 We don't speak the same language (no) I got a translator
 Spittin 25 times, see your bitch ass later, c'mon!
 That nigga X to the Z, that boy is somethin to see, cause he a G
 I got the whole world waitin on me!
 I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time
 I got the whole world waitin on me!
 If you ready to ride, c'mon, get in my ride and let's slide
 I got the whole world waitin on me!
 ...Yeah! I got the whole world waitin on me!
 Niggaz screamin they the shit but that shit ain't real
 I don't need to be the shit cause shit roll downhill
 I'm escalatin aggressively, millions built up in equity
 Corporations invest in me, bangin shit 'til the death of me (Yeah!)
 Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick
 My kid's kids couldn't spend this shit
 Get a grip, pop a clip, chop down that brick
 No amount of fame gon' change this gangsta spit
 Quick to roll out the backwood (yeah) smoke out your buildin
 We soldiers devoted dressed down like civilians
 Niggaz wanna kill me because I make millions (that's weak!)
 That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!)
 Novocain the game, no shame
 No feelings, no names, no numbers, naw bitch
 You can't hang with us (no!)
 Ashes to ashes and you cain't bust
 You so popcorn and fake industrious, yeah!
 Yeah... yeah, whattup Key?
 I'm liftin plates you'll never find in the weight room
 So stay tuned my platoon finna touch down soon
 Cancun to St. Thomas, St. Thomas to the Bahamas
 Most niggaz ain't really honest so I'm watchin my step
 I'm the hardest cold-hearted artist, the coast is clear
 Dubai, Australia to Africa, this is the year!
 Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system
 I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em
 I know you hopin I would fall to the side, or go to Way Side
 It ain't a motherfucker alive to come and take mine (no!)
 Don't procrastinate, don't waste time
 Never faced time, Houdini with crime, traffic over state lines
 Military minded, stickin to the base lines
 Intellectually brighter than California sunshine
 Yeah, I got my bars up, go pull my cars up (yeah)
 I love my struggle, never cover my scars up (c'mon)
 Nigga
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:21
Key
6
Tempo
167 BPM

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