Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorja Smith
Songwriter
Niambi "Niambi Sala" Scott-Murray
Songwriter
Thandi "Thandiwe" Young
Songwriter
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
Writer(s): S Smith
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