Saba - World In My Hands Lyrics
Saba - World In My Hands Lyrics
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The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my palm like it's pomade
Cheering like they got pom poms on
And I'll document it, put it on page
Flipped it on 'em, I swanton bombed
And she say that she saw me on prime time
Stock going up draft combine
I don't wanna hear about the bullshit
I could write a full book
How you only keep it real sometimes
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like
If I didn't try
To take my whole life
And put it in writing
And put it on wax
To play while you drive
I was on the bus with it
Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
Y'all still did everything but listen
Now they tryna sign
Like a petition
Submission
How I got the game in a choke hold
Knew my day would come, it was foretold
I've been focusing on keeping my balance
Like I had a couple drinks in the cupholder
I ain't worried 'bout you boys moving backwards
Just the forward
3 Man weave just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
They trafficking, they dont got crossing guards
We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
Reader's digest, I got food for thought
From where they keep pack like they move alot
I was a diamond in the rough
But rough was more literal
Now I kill with the literary
Just drop it on 'em like litterers
I just put my life in some literature
Like literally
I can't hold it
I feel all of it
The police targeted
Like I'm shoppin'
Want my albums posthumous
No fraudulent
Gas like flatulence
Hoe I feel fabulous
I'm fathering
All these styles I hit
Then they copy it
You know I ain't worried 'bout that tho'
Look how they react when I'm back home
I could turn a trap to a castle
Still yellin' bitch mob task force
In my vans
Mobbin' through France
Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
Daydreamin' it's real when we wake up
Gave my all but can't say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
Burn like the pain when you see me grow
Yeah yeah it's that same old negro
Crazy how now this weed shit legal
Bro mane passion was the profit
Got to moving trees
Like the breeze
Only two p's deep for
Judge slammed the gaval and he gone
Good man need a lil more just to feed his people
Screaming reparations
'Til my respiration meet the expiration
No ain't no rush lil bitch
I got patience
Doctor the blunt
Goddamn me I'm waiting
With the wind in my hand
Grinning like damn
Fresh linen
Lining flicking like Tiana Trump damn
A-town stomp F*ck Trump
St Lou taught me never front, stunt
Dave Mirra bring it bike on 'em
They been feeling dead
Dripping life on 'em
On your head
Turn to lice on 'em
Come to bread
Need a high quota
On a quest for my lil niggas
Gotta get 'em back
Turn the Phife on 'em
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
Daydreamin' is real when we wake up
Gave my all but can't say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
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The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my palm like it's pomade
Cheering like they got pom poms on
And I'll document it, put it on page
Flipped it on 'em, I swanton bombed
And she say that she saw me on prime time
Stock going up draft combine
I don't wanna hear about the bullshit
I could write a full book
How you only keep it real sometimes
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like
If I didn't try
To take my whole life
And put it in writing
And put it on wax
To play while you drive
I was on the bus with it
Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
Y'all still did everything but listen
Now they tryna sign
Like a petition
Submission
How I got the game in a choke hold
Knew my day would come, it was foretold
I've been focusing on keeping my balance
Like I had a couple drinks in the cupholder
I ain't worried 'bout you boys moving backwards
Just the forward
3 Man weave just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
They trafficking, they dont got crossing guards
We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
Reader's digest, I got food for thought
From where they keep pack like they move alot
I was a diamond in the rough
But rough was more literal
Now I kill with the literary
Just drop it on 'em like litterers
I just put my life in some literature
Like literally
I can't hold it
I feel all of it
The police targeted
Like I'm shoppin'
Want my albums posthumous
No fraudulent
Gas like flatulence
Hoe I feel fabulous
I'm fathering
All these styles I hit
Then they copy it
You know I ain't worried 'bout that tho'
Look how they react when I'm back home
I could turn a trap to a castle
Still yellin' bitch mob task force
In my vans
Mobbin' through France
Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
Daydreamin' it's real when we wake up
Gave my all but can't say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
Burn like the pain when you see me grow
Yeah yeah it's that same old negro
Crazy how now this weed shit legal
Bro mane passion was the profit
Got to moving trees
Like the breeze
Only two p's deep for
Judge slammed the gaval and he gone
Good man need a lil more just to feed his people
Screaming reparations
'Til my respiration meet the expiration
No ain't no rush lil bitch
I got patience
Doctor the blunt
Goddamn me I'm waiting
With the wind in my hand
Grinning like damn
Fresh linen
Lining flicking like Tiana Trump damn
A-town stomp F*ck Trump
St Lou taught me never front, stunt
Dave Mirra bring it bike on 'em
They been feeling dead
Dripping life on 'em
On your head
Turn to lice on 'em
Come to bread
Need a high quota
On a quest for my lil niggas
Gotta get 'em back
Turn the Phife on 'em
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
Daydreamin' is real when we wake up
Gave my all but can't say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my palm like it's pomade
Cheering like they got pom poms on
And I'll document it, put it on page
Flipped it on 'em, I swanton bombed
And she say that she saw me on prime time
Stock going up draft combine
I don't wanna hear about the bullshit
I could write a full book
How you only keep it real sometimes
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like
If I didn't try
To take my whole life
And put it in writing
And put it on wax
To play while you drive
I was on the bus with it
Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
Y'all still did everything but listen
Now they tryna sign
Like a petition
Submission
How I got the game in a choke hold
Knew my day would come, it was foretold
I've been focusing on keeping my balance
Like I had a couple drinks in the cupholder
I ain't worried 'bout you boys moving backwards
Just the forward
3 Man weave just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
They trafficking, they dont got crossing guards
We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
Reader's digest, I got food for thought
From where they keep pack like they move alot
I was a diamond in the rough
But rough was more literal
Now I kill with the literary
Just drop it on 'em like litterers
I just put my life in some literature
Like literally
I can't hold it
I feel all of it
The police targeted
Like I'm shoppin'
Want my albums posthumous
No fraudulent
Gas like flatulence
Hoe I feel fabulous
I'm fathering
All these styles I hit
Then they copy it
You know I ain't worried 'bout that tho'
Look how they react when I'm back home
I could turn a trap to a castle
Still yellin' bitch mob task force
In my vans
Mobbin' through France
Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
Daydreamin' it's real when we wake up
Gave my all but can't say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
Burn like the pain when you see me grow
Yeah yeah it's that same old negro
Crazy how now this weed shit legal
Bro mane passion was the profit
Got to moving trees
Like the breeze
Only two p's deep for
Judge slammed the gaval and he gone
Good man need a lil more just to feed his people
Screaming reparations
'Til my respiration meet the expiration
No ain't no rush lil bitch
I got patience
Doctor the blunt
Goddamn me I'm waiting
With the wind in my hand
Grinning like damn
Fresh linen
Lining flicking like Tiana Trump damn
A-town stomp F*ck Trump
St Lou taught me never front, stunt
Dave Mirra bring it bike on 'em
They been feeling dead
Dripping life on 'em
On your head
Turn to lice on 'em
Come to bread
Need a high quota
On a quest for my lil niggas
Gotta get 'em back
Turn the Phife on 'em
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
Daydreamin' is real when we wake up
Gave my all but can't say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
Writer: TAHJ MALIK CHANDLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group