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your stepdad - wrld is ours lyrics

[intro: your stepdad]
ayy, huh

[verse 1: your stepdad]
if i told you, “i got you,” my n+gga, you better relax
foenem be pushing the max and sh+t, but i’m tryna touch the masses
they don’t got faith, they judge by glasses, eight rpm in the dashes
i don’t wanna work for the masters, half of the money i get is my masters (ayy)
let’s meet over there with the mobsters, get you in— (ayy)
let’s meet over there with the mobsters, get you in tune with an eighth of the chakras
cash out on dirty money ’cause the bop tryna know what i got in my stockings
going brokе not really funny when you all alone with thеm limited options
brodie said, “tell the truth with it”
even the hard times and the low times, do a small grind, get some more shine
boy, it’s showtime, k!ll a f+ck n+gga with a closed nine, give her twelve dollars, she’ll blow minds
i don’t take souls, i sold mine (n+gga, ayy)

[verse 2: tae retro]
i shouldn’t have to say it, it’s already stated, lil’ n+gga, the world is mine
almighty so’ with the flow, lil’ retro is known to go and blow some minds
“hold on, tae retro, boy, you out of line,” nah, y’all boys out of time
edison cousy, pure playmaker, the way that i’m known for dropping these dimes
i ain’t tryna link with none of these n+ggas, i’m local to my confines
you not having motion, so why is you speaking?
he not really ’bout it, he vocally demon
she calling me baby, but no one is t++thing
i’m good on the beef like that one n+gga, kenan (and let me say it one more time for the people in the back)
n+gga, the world is ours
it took me a while, but now the style is leaner than italy towers
the new wally west, i’m slowing the time, it’s been kinda hard to follow the hours
the opps down bad, i’m keeping my leverage, it’s crazy how retro be gaining the powers
i’m feeling like nas, i might drop a classic, name it the new illmatic
dropping all plats, promote the tape, know it’s gon’ gain some traction
i’m knowing that most of y’all not gon’ hear me, still gon’ preach to the masses
you tried to diss, it didn’t work out, it did sound good in practice
[verse 3: cosznmo]
it did sound good in practice (uh)
put in more shots like practice (uh)
sending him shots like practice
most y’all turn on a opp like— (uh)
putting more shots in an opp like practice
putting more shots in a— (uh, grrah, we love you, coz)
d+mn, yeah, practice
she tryna jack it, but i’m not a cactus
chop’ let it sing like a choir of masses
took a dip in her water, converted to baptist (uh, yeah)
don’t give a f+ck ’bout a status
spinning your block, yeah, they call me the axis
world in my hands and i feel like a fascist
told that n+gga, “strap up,” not talking fasten
stay with five shooters, no jackson
hashtag your name in a caption
opposites causing attraction
split him in half like a mo’f+cking fraction
split him in half like a mo’f+cking fracture
pulling her tracks, make her rev’ like a tractor
hit it and ghost, why she calling me casper?
shorty catch b+lls like she play for the packers
she ride it slow like a— (uh, yeah)
she ride it slow she like she play for the pacers
she ride the back of the stair like a razor
get that boy tagged with a mo’f+cking lazer
trail with a opp, with a— (uh, yeah)
trail me a opp, do a drill in a blazer
put a fee on his head, he not getting a waiver
she not a bank, why the f+ck would i chase her, n+gga? (yeah)
[outro: cosznmo]
uh, yeah
uh, uh, yeah
uh, yeah, gang

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