CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : It’s Yours
I see you when the stars align
Skin like gold, you’ll always shine
Blessings ‘pon your life, God got ya
The Devil’s gon’ [search?] ya
God bless it
divine, it’s yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yeah
Baby go ‘head get yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yeah
Baby you’re blessed, it’s yours
Devil rebuke you
No in-betweens
Either they hate or salute you, all decisions is crucial
Mega dough, the flow, the O’s got you that coupe too
That cake, the rappers’ exchanges will drive you cuckoo
The chase, the travel arrangements
The feeling of the rush when they finally made it
But don’t get complacent, that’ll get you raided
I know some of the best hustlers ever still caged in
Godfather of the set, I’m known to empower
I lost some homies ‘long the way, they fumbled the flour
My homegirl linked me with some business, I met her in Broadway
Got my Robinhood popping, she schooling at Howard
Keep it short, simple, and plain, and see I can’t wait
My priors and hustler’s diet always been plant-based
They prying, they tryna get info, clocking my landscape
I’m flying right over the bullsh*t, just to translate
I see you when the stars align
Skin like gold, you’ll always shine
Blessings ‘pon your life, God got ya
The Devil’s gon’ [search?] ya
God bless it
divine, it’s yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yea
Baby go ‘head get yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yea
Baby you’re blessed, it’s yours
(Gotta get mines
Harlem n***a forreal)
I’m just waiting on my moment, middle finger my opponent
When the bird is untouched then we call them chickens boneless
Farmers with the M or AMG for the performance
With no roof like the coupe homeless
Get the bread ‘fore it expire how the OGs mold us
Listen closely you’ll see that I’m cold as f**k
Most these n***as know what’s up
Double G the loafers, uh
Bullets have ‘em rushing to the dock like ya boat gon’ come
Breathing like you got COVID lungs
I’m just tryna find a way out
I done drug dealed myself right into this coupe and that steakhouse
So cash is the last thing got played out
Rental car filthy, take the Waze route so we see where 12 staked out
Lo
I see you when the stars align
Skin like gold, you’ll always shine
Blessings ‘pon your life, God got ya
The Devil’s gon’ [search?] ya
God bless it
divine, it’s yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yea
Baby go ‘head get yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yea
Baby you’re blessed, it’s yours
Skin like gold, you’ll always shine
Blessings ‘pon your life, God got ya
The Devil’s gon’ [search?] ya
God bless it
divine, it’s yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yeah
Baby go ‘head get yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yeah
Baby you’re blessed, it’s yours
Devil rebuke you
No in-betweens
Either they hate or salute you, all decisions is crucial
Mega dough, the flow, the O’s got you that coupe too
That cake, the rappers’ exchanges will drive you cuckoo
The chase, the travel arrangements
The feeling of the rush when they finally made it
But don’t get complacent, that’ll get you raided
I know some of the best hustlers ever still caged in
Godfather of the set, I’m known to empower
I lost some homies ‘long the way, they fumbled the flour
My homegirl linked me with some business, I met her in Broadway
Got my Robinhood popping, she schooling at Howard
Keep it short, simple, and plain, and see I can’t wait
My priors and hustler’s diet always been plant-based
They prying, they tryna get info, clocking my landscape
I’m flying right over the bullsh*t, just to translate
I see you when the stars align
Skin like gold, you’ll always shine
Blessings ‘pon your life, God got ya
The Devil’s gon’ [search?] ya
God bless it
divine, it’s yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yea
Baby go ‘head get yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yea
Baby you’re blessed, it’s yours
(Gotta get mines
Harlem n***a forreal)
I’m just waiting on my moment, middle finger my opponent
When the bird is untouched then we call them chickens boneless
Farmers with the M or AMG for the performance
With no roof like the coupe homeless
Get the bread ‘fore it expire how the OGs mold us
Listen closely you’ll see that I’m cold as f**k
Most these n***as know what’s up
Double G the loafers, uh
Bullets have ‘em rushing to the dock like ya boat gon’ come
Breathing like you got COVID lungs
I’m just tryna find a way out
I done drug dealed myself right into this coupe and that steakhouse
So cash is the last thing got played out
Rental car filthy, take the Waze route so we see where 12 staked out
Lo
I see you when the stars align
Skin like gold, you’ll always shine
Blessings ‘pon your life, God got ya
The Devil’s gon’ [search?] ya
God bless it
divine, it’s yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yea
Baby go ‘head get yours
The world is yours, it’s yours yea
Baby you’re blessed, it’s yours
