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Soul the American Dream - The World Is Yourz (feat. Celeb) Lyrics




(Verse 1)
My urban district
From the calls that I got restricted 
Will I Am, in the business, moving fergalisha.......
She in the building, need Financial aid, who f*ck Sam 
Dressed in all white, with rope chain, Klu Klux Klan 
Niggas meant bail bondsmen, not the bail man 
I wouldn't know, how he heal & how he felt damn.........
Tracking, drug money, for a better living 
Jersey plates, hidden cameras, caught him out the building
Always end up in some trouble, when too much chillen 
Putting money on your books, as I think religion............
Went independent, I'm thinking like what hole in 
Complex, had direction, life shorter than Napoleon.......
Watching Jews, pay per views, with these penny thoughts 
Can out run the situation, if you out walk......
You moving fast, slowing down, rats is out for cheese 
And pay attention, make vision, make it out league 
Middle finger, F*ck opinions, cause they won't believe 
Life a game, roll the dice, like Monopoly.............
Came from the bottom rope
Niggas selling coke
Industry selling hope
Started my label, now the labels getting woke
Some shit I wasn't saying, some shit I couldn't provoke
I took it to the next level, you took as a joke
With million dollar schemes, but the dream looking broke
The American Dream, will get it, to sell your soul ?

(Hook) 
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want
Be what you want


(Hook)
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want
Be what you want

(Verse 2)
Get gangsta with you a nigga that know
Dear summer, these emotions, from a niggas that's cold
You ain't gangsta, man, you labeled as a nigga that told
Pitch knicks while, in the garden, from a nigga that rose.......
My attention is melo
Life a bitch but she choke on chelo
Brown skin, brown complex, my skin ain't yellow......
Soul nigga you know get better mine
Older I get, you know I taste better wine
Contract killer, million dollars, shit I decline
If you ain't talking ownership, stop wasting my time.......
Yeah!!

(Ending)
You can have it all .......
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(Verse 1)
My urban district
From the calls that I got restricted 
Will I Am, in the business, moving fergalisha.......
She in the building, need Financial aid, who f*ck Sam 
Dressed in all white, with rope chain, Klu Klux Klan 
Niggas meant bail bondsmen, not the bail man 
I wouldn't know, how he heal & how he felt damn.........
Tracking, drug money, for a better living 
Jersey plates, hidden cameras, caught him out the building
Always end up in some trouble, when too much chillen 
Putting money on your books, as I think religion............
Went independent, I'm thinking like what hole in 
Complex, had direction, life shorter than Napoleon.......
Watching Jews, pay per views, with these penny thoughts 
Can out run the situation, if you out walk......
You moving fast, slowing down, rats is out for cheese 
And pay attention, make vision, make it out league 
Middle finger, F*ck opinions, cause they won't believe 
Life a game, roll the dice, like Monopoly.............
Came from the bottom rope
Niggas selling coke
Industry selling hope
Started my label, now the labels getting woke
Some shit I wasn't saying, some shit I couldn't provoke
I took it to the next level, you took as a joke
With million dollar schemes, but the dream looking broke
The American Dream, will get it, to sell your soul ?

(Hook) 
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want
Be what you want


(Hook)
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want
Be what you want

(Verse 2)
Get gangsta with you a nigga that know
Dear summer, these emotions, from a niggas that's cold
You ain't gangsta, man, you labeled as a nigga that told
Pitch knicks while, in the garden, from a nigga that rose.......
My attention is melo
Life a bitch but she choke on chelo
Brown skin, brown complex, my skin ain't yellow......
Soul nigga you know get better mine
Older I get, you know I taste better wine
Contract killer, million dollars, shit I decline
If you ain't talking ownership, stop wasting my time.......
Yeah!!

(Ending)
You can have it all .......
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Writer: Soul the American Dream
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