Lyrics

There's never been a fair balance Everybody's up and down Rich and poor Dark and light It's my world, it's my world Dope deals, gold, diamonds and pearls It's my world it's my world Money makers, risk takers, fly girls It's my world it's my world Don't you ever get it twisted, shits sticky It's my world The nitty gritty, big bad, London city Can you feel my fire? Can you feel my burning desire? Cross that fine line, yes it's your time My guy, It's a very thin wire Walk the tight rope yes I dare you I'll put you in a tight choke Tight like a slave hanging from a rope Our relationship revoked I don't obey the law Or them chumps in House of Lords I got straps, i got swords, barb wire 4 by 4s F*** the Pigs, my g just respect this Even after my long stretch kid The best yet get G-Checked Best believe, oh yes that I don't pett It's my world, It's my world Dope deals, gold, diamonds and pearls It's my world it's my world Money makers, risk takers, fly girls It's my world it's my world Don't you ever get it twisted, shits sticky It's my world, It's my world The nitty gritty, big bad, London city The remake or the sequel My album is gonna be my prequel My ego tells me that no-man on this can land can ever be my equal See My nightmares yes they're quite clear, they warn me of incoming evil Fighting horned demons, with the spirit of Christ Close combat, Steve Segal In their world i'm a king, skull island and i'm so regal From way back when, my position was only just fetal My presence yes, has been heaven sent, I'm inevitable Demons watch me like eagles Make my blood pour thicker than treacle So deceitful It's my world, It's my world Dope deals, gold, diamonds and pearls It's my world it's my world Money makers, risk takers, fly girls It's my world it's my world Don't you ever get it twisted, shits sticky It's my world, It's my world The nitty gritty, big bad, London city Mind sharper than church steeple Cruise the streets Night shift for my people Send rounds of that nose game Peruvian marching powder Top Gennas devour the clam chowder Cats addictions grow fouler So many man with a lack of respect I'll get my revenge Clothes covered in gun powder Burn lemon trees, thats sour V8, the diesel can't get no louder As I refuel my brain The Zoot burns like the towers Rest in peace, to all those fell Another borough that the government failed A long line of paper trails, Another kilo of fish scales Dissect on scales
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