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letra de world is yours - young shiners & est gee

[intro]
(ayy, who that?)
(john gotitt)
me, hmm, yeah

[verse 1]
we know who put this sh-t together, rarely take any credit
i’d rather say nothin’ than look back in regret when i said it (foreverolling)
cut off they hands, they steal from me, so i don’t care if it’s petty
you selfish, run off with your plate and still come back ’round for seconds
at this stage, mistakes is deadly, hope you ready as ever
you won’t shine, new breaks, the pressure, murder, step like a delta
can’t deprive me from death, might come up, tony montana
who ridin’ sliders with shelter, stand on business, i’ll help you
after all, they want better, keep in the jungle from shepherds
talkin’ ’bout savages menaces, blend with society, standard
they hit up sh-t like you vendor, the only feel when i’m mackin’
quarterbackers to champions, beats watch my back, my lil’ tackle
rich looks for king or the dog, out here, you gotta have heart
you either with it or you runnin’, ain’t no playin’ it small

[chorus]
who put this sh-t together? (me)
who stood up to whoever? (me)
who let you take the extras? (me)
who never once been jealous? (me)
man, you tryna get some money? then wake up early, no dreamin’
i built relationships with junkies and built bonds with some demons
i keep my hot sh-t close to me to make me struggle with breathin’
make sure you go out on your feet, not on your knee, pleadin’, screamin’
who put this sh-t together? (me)
who stood up to whoever? (me)
who let you take the extras? (me)
who never once been jealous? (me)
[verse 2]
i got a cheaper ticket to see who been gettin’ your whole life
see, if you gettin’ a feelin’, n-ggas gettin’ over and sh-t, they might
i smoke spice and i smoke ice, i’m scared to sleep, burnin’ my stripes
if you catch me slippin’, strike, i’ve seen everythin’ from christ
i’ve seen everythin’ d-mn near twice and i already read my rights
i protect the pay ’cause we’re just playin’ a heist, stayed up all night
with my eyes burned, i waited my turn
i learned to aim, shootin’ for the neck, at least his side burns
i hit where the tire turn, where you riders die first
did a war for my turf, ain’t no takin’ what i earned
fire sh-t up, like fireworks, i’ma make ’em all cry ‘fore i’m hurt
and i ain’t gotta shout, n-gga, the streets still it got it from my word

- young shiners est gee

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