The Boys that are turning nothing into something.
The Boys that are on a life mission to make it BIG,
And are Planning on making it the WORLD.WIDE.WAY!

Lyrics:
Think they competition
I don’t even see’em
This shit my religion
I write what I’m living
I stuck with the bars
Now I’m in a prison
This shit contradicting
But I’m on a mission

(hook)
Worldwide way deep
Famo creeping through the street
On the grind no sleep
All work no play
Make a record next day
Repeat
How we creeping in the scenes
No chitchat all action
Talk is way to cheap

Verse 1

Came up from the pavement
Funny how you thought I’m basic
How I went through all the changes
But demons is still in the basement

Been through all of my phases
Jumping on to your playlist
How we running towards greatness
Man even karma trynna chase us

Spent like a couple months up in the brix
Been hella grinding trynna make a hit
I’m trynna make it lit
Up in the pit
I’m trynna get my mama filthy rich
I finna stack my hunnids at the crib
Been trynna bite but they might need a bib
Got that siracha lace it with the drip
Now I got skater whippin up the mix

Frightening every time I bend the wrist though (it’s)
My dream is ending up on the top floor
Eminem
How Im showing them what I stan for
Build a building that building
What i ain’t built for

I just been grinding
Been working on double
To double the rate
That we get for the trouble

Then flip all the petty niggas out the jungle

Always on hustle
Never pull a muscle
This is my rebuttal

Then pull out the struggle
With racks in the duffle
Body bag a couple
We running and leaving them all in a puddle (uh)

They fucking belligerent
Trynna counter my element
To your girl you irrelevant
Is it cause im a gentleman
How she suck on my intelligence

(Bridge)
Think they competition
I don’t even see’em
This shit my religion
I write what I’m living
I stuck with the bars
Now I’m in a prison
This shit contradicting
But I’m on a mission

(Hook)
Worldwide way deep
Famo creeping in the street
On the grind no sleep
All work no play
Make a record next day
Repeat
How we creeping in the scenes
No chitchat all action
Talk is way to cheap

Verse 2
I come from the bottom
Got stains on my shirt
But promised my mama
That I make it work
How imma give her the life she deserves
How we gon switch from the hood to the burbs

I gotta problem
Deciding if rapping was really a talent or is it a curse
This is a battle
You winning a hearse
How I’m a dog
But the words in reverse

They calling backup to backup they lines
I beat the beat up then package and sign
Shipping a piece of me outta my mind
It comes with a body bag of your design

3 Steps
Cost a nigga life
Come correct
Better check the sign
Pay respect
Or Dues will be the price
Flabbergasted
Oh that dude is nice

I do not celebrate enemies
But the man in the mirror he betters me
While They drowning their fears in that Hennessy
And they constantly feed on my energy
They depressed so they choke on amphetamines
I’m the persecutor do it verbally
YeH my rapping on point like a guillotine
Millirockin and chopping em out the scene

If I want it a hunnid
Imma get it
Doesn’t matter if we call a paramedic
My delivery gone leave a couple niggas diabetic
High pass I
Filter them off of the parametric
Cause they prolly just be
Talkin about money bitches and Patek
Repeating but I just said it
They moving but orchestrated
It’s funny they don’t regret it
Maneuvers premeditated
The messages I’ve embedded
They hated and resented the fact that everything I do is calculated

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L.P.H

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Thee_Caption - World.Wide.Way

L.P.H

Source: LifersZ_Paradise_Home

Thee_Caption - World.Wide.Way

L.P.H

Source: LifersZ_Paradise_Home