[{"id":16960429,"name":"The World Is Yours","trackName":"The World Is Yours","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Friday Night Freestyles","duration":143.751837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo I can't stop til I kill em now that's dedication\nYou slow nia's get .38 special education\nYou ask who the sickest and in need of medication\nThey ain't gotta think too hard, ain't no need for meditation\nIt's me and my federation, flowing with steady pacing\nI'm a nightmare on Fridays, call me Freddy Jason\nI'm ill with it, sometimes I lay in bed like patients\nBut can't sleep at night, the thoughts in my head are racing\nBout nia's having runs and forget the Feds are patient\nThey jog behind nia's when they out here cheddar chasing\nWait til your legs are tired, flip a regular buyer\nCrack em and watch you scramble like eggs in frying, pans\nThe Testarossas turn to testifying, man\nThe don't knows start identifying, damn\nThat's why I bullst with them generic hoes\nHit it and show no emotion like I'm Derrick Rose\nBend em over put em in the Walls of Jerichos\nBut I need queens not Hillside or Merrick hoes\nNia every lyrics goes, I don't take a bar off\nMy chain hang like big tits with the bra off\nDon't push buttons except for when I turn the car off\nBut homie in the Yankee let the AR off\nYeah, I call him A-Rod nia\nIf I point he start shooting like we play guard nia\nAnd that's the reason that I'm chilling Big Willie style\nCheck the chip tooth smile and my whips roof now\nGot the stars in it and a honey with talent\nThe Wraith black like homeboy from Money and Violence\nI keep balling but never falling six foot deep\nI'm out for presidents to represent me\nSay what?\nI'm out for presidents to represent me\nSay what?\nI'm out for dead presidents to represent me\n()\nWhose world is this?\nIts mine, it's mine, it's mine\nWho's world is this?\nAye every morning I tell my son he gon be a king\nAnd every night I tell em the world is yours\nI want him to believe that sh\nby (Njeru the Proginy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The World Is Yours\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Friday Night Freestyles\n  duration_ms: 143752\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo I can't stop til I kill em now that's dedication\n  You slow nia's get .38 special education\n  You ask who the sickest and in need of medication\n  They ain't gotta think too hard, ain't no need for meditation\n  It's me and my federation, flowing with steady pacing\n  I'm a nightmare on Fridays, call me Freddy Jason\n  I'm ill with it, sometimes I lay in bed like patients\n  But can't sleep at night, the thoughts in my head are racing\n  Bout nia's having runs and forget the Feds are patient\n  They jog behind nia's when they out here cheddar chasing\n  Wait til your legs are tired, flip a regular buyer\n  Crack em and watch you scramble like eggs in frying, pans\n  The Testarossas turn to testifying, man\n  The don't knows start identifying, damn\n  That's why I bullst with them generic hoes\n  Hit it and show no emotion like I'm Derrick Rose\n  Bend em over put em in the Walls of Jerichos\n  But I need queens not Hillside or Merrick hoes\n  Nia every lyrics goes, I don't take a bar off\n  My chain hang like big tits with the bra off\n  Don't push buttons except for when I turn the car off\n  But homie in the Yankee let the AR off\n  Yeah, I call him A-Rod nia\n  If I point he start shooting like we play guard nia\n  And that's the reason that I'm chilling Big Willie style\n  Check the chip tooth smile and my whips roof now\n  Got the stars in it and a honey with talent\n  The Wraith black like homeboy from Money and Violence\n  I keep balling but never falling six foot deep\n  I'm out for presidents to represent me\n  Say what?\n  I'm out for presidents to represent me\n  Say what?\n  I'm out for dead presidents to represent me\n  ()\n  Whose world is this?\n  Its mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Who's world is this?\n  Aye every morning I tell my son he gon be a king\n  And every night I tell em the world is yours\n  I want him to believe that sh\n  by (Njeru the Proginy)\n"},{"id":24004176,"name":"The World Is Yours","trackName":"The World Is Yours","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Friday Night Freestyle","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A motherless child, still I made her proud\nI remain ten toes down, fuck bowin' to a crowd\nFrom non-believer to achiever\nWatch me change how they receive us\nI bet today they'll believe us, when we say we can\nAin't about who's the man, but who's in position\nI can't keep playin' this song if you niggas refuse to listen\nYou know the world is yours, you know the world is yours\nI feel it comin' over me, it's nothin' like it used to be\nCan feel it in my energy, you know the world is yours\nYou know the world is yours, you know the world is yours\nIt's nothin' like it used to be, I feel it comin' over me\nThey turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me (it's somethin' in the energy)\nThey turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me (you know the world is yours)\nLook how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me (you know the world is yours)\nI came back on these niggas, thought they'd be proud of me\nI was raised by real ones, real one I got to be\nI was raised by real ones, real one I got to be\nThe world is yours, like Toni, reals dodgin' the phonies (it's somethin' in the energy)\nPlayers duckin' the suckers, lions watchin' for snakes (you know the world is yours)\nFuck I look like drillin' some shit, I'm on my Deen\nFocused on makin' music, my nigga\nDope Gang, Saint Tropez, now my pictures legit\nI'm a bag by myself, not to mention my bitch (you know the world is yours)\nWe out of space like NASA need to sponsor our trip\nAin't in the draft, but you know I'm still the lottery pick, real shit\nLord, I done did my dirt, but I repent (can feel it in my energy)\nHundred on my wrist, for the times I wouldn't\nYoung, black, militant, hood raised me, not the givin' shit (you know the world is yours)\nIt wasn't in my plans, but I'm gettin' it (you know the world is yours)\nWalkin' through the cell, leavin' Fendi prints\nYou pay her OnlyFans, but I give her dick\nHear what niggas sayin', but I'm livin' it\nThis shit like SoHo House, you need a membership\nPhoto like a Maybach, but the engine quick\nClutch sweatsuit, baby, I'm a max player (you know the world is yours)\nFifty-nine, sixty-one, but the strap dated (you know the world is yours)\nMy Detroit players\nHustle in our bloods, so the drugs could never faze us\nThe struggle, that's what made us\nNever wanted much, I just wanted to ball\nNow a nigga can't be touched if they do kill 'em all\nYou know the protocol I'm from the D, we ball, we fall\nBad bitches lined up, from wall to wall (from wall to wall)\nYou know the world is yours\nIt's nothin' like it used to be, I feel it comin' over me\nThey turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me (it's somethin' in the energy)\nThey turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me (you know the world is yours)\nLook how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me (you know the world is yours)\nI came back on these niggas, thought they'd be proud of me\nI was raised by real ones, real one I got to be (it's nothin' like it used to be)\nI was raised by real ones, real one I got to be\nIt's somethin' in the energy, you know the world is yours\nThey turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me\nThey turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me\nLook how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me\nI came back on these niggas, thought they'd be proud of me (you know the world is yours)\nI was raised by real ones, real one I got to be (I feel it comin' over me)\nI was raised by real ones, real one I got to be, look (it's nothin' like it used to be)\nThe world is yours, Nino, like Yaniqua said (can feel it in my energy)\nThat lil' short cut rockin', pretty freakin' red (you know the world is yours)\nG Money was slippin', too busy gettin' geeked on meds (you know the world is yours)\nThey should be lookin' for the pimples on the cheeks instead (you know the world is yours)\nThis a new Jack city, hop out the Jeep on dreads (it's nothin' like it used to be)\nThen it's rockabye baby, like Keisha said (I feel it comin' over me)\nI don't know too many heavyweights who beat the feds (it's somethin' in the energy)\nOnly the real hustlers survive when the streets are dead (you know the world is yours)\nAnd haters still be tryin' to switch off movies\nI guess when you in the theaters, it might piss of Tubi (I guess)\nI stay away from suckers, I ditch all goofies\nStill comin' through clutch, in some Rich Paul newbies, yeah\nSwitch the product, no narcotics, bitch, I built the brand (I did)\nGave me nothin', made me somethin', bitch, I built the hand (I did)\nLike I'm playin' tongue, shorty spread, crazy dunk (woah)\nI hit the aunties and the nieces, yeah, don't play with Unc'\nLife has been so wavy lately, got to stay in trunks (yeah)\nWe agin' like fine wine, Cabernet and Blanc (yeah)\nWhen we link, it's like when Brady get to play with Grump (chips)\nYou tryin' to go play on them beaches or go play the Bronx?\nI love me a bad bitch who know her watches\nTo be top notch, you got to know the notches (levels)\nAlways do your thing, never know who watchin' (for real)\nExcept for the streets, 'cause you know they watchin' (upside)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The World Is Yours\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Friday Night Freestyle\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A motherless child, still I made her proud\n  I remain ten toes down, fuck bowin' to a crowd\n  From non-believer to achiever\n  Watch me change how they receive us\n  I bet today they'll believe us, when we say we can\n  Ain't about who's the man, but who's in position\n  I can't keep playin' this song if you niggas refuse to listen\n  You know the world is yours, you know the world is yours\n  I feel it comin' over me, it's nothin' like it used to be\n  Can feel it in my energy, you know the world is yours\n  You know the world is yours, you know the world is yours\n  It's nothin' like it used to be, I feel it comin' over me\n  They turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me (it's somethin' in the energy)\n  They turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me (you know the world is yours)\n  Look how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me (you know the world is yours)\n  I came back on these niggas, thought they'd be proud of me\n  I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be\n  I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be\n  The world is yours, like Toni, reals dodgin' the phonies (it's somethin' in the energy)\n  Players duckin' the suckers, lions watchin' for snakes (you know the world is yours)\n  Fuck I look like drillin' some shit, I'm on my Deen\n  Focused on makin' music, my nigga\n  Dope Gang, Saint Tropez, now my pictures legit\n  I'm a bag by myself, not to mention my bitch (you know the world is yours)\n  We out of space like NASA need to sponsor our trip\n  Ain't in the draft, but you know I'm still the lottery pick, real shit\n  Lord, I done did my dirt, but I repent (can feel it in my energy)\n  Hundred on my wrist, for the times I wouldn't\n  Young, black, militant, hood raised me, not the givin' shit (you know the world is yours)\n  It wasn't in my plans, but I'm gettin' it (you know the world is yours)\n  Walkin' through the cell, leavin' Fendi prints\n  You pay her OnlyFans, but I give her dick\n  Hear what niggas sayin', but I'm livin' it\n  This shit like SoHo House, you need a membership\n  Photo like a Maybach, but the engine quick\n  Clutch sweatsuit, baby, I'm a max player (you know the world is yours)\n  Fifty-nine, sixty-one, but the strap dated (you know the world is yours)\n  My Detroit players\n  Hustle in our bloods, so the drugs could never faze us\n  The struggle, that's what made us\n  Never wanted much, I just wanted to ball\n  Now a nigga can't be touched if they do kill 'em all\n  You know the protocol I'm from the D, we ball, we fall\n  Bad bitches lined up, from wall to wall (from wall to wall)\n  You know the world is yours\n  It's nothin' like it used to be, I feel it comin' over me\n  They turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me (it's somethin' in the energy)\n  They turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me (you know the world is yours)\n  Look how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me (you know the world is yours)\n  I came back on these niggas, thought they'd be proud of me\n  I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be (it's nothin' like it used to be)\n  I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be\n  It's somethin' in the energy, you know the world is yours\n  They turned they back on me, dawg, they turned they back on me\n  They turned they back on me, damn, they turned they back on me\n  Look how they doubted me, damn, look how they doubted me\n  I came back on these niggas, thought they'd be proud of me (you know the world is yours)\n  I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be (I feel it comin' over me)\n  I was raised by real ones, real one I got to be, look (it's nothin' like it used to be)\n  The world is yours, Nino, like Yaniqua said (can feel it in my energy)\n  That lil' short cut rockin', pretty freakin' red (you know the world is yours)\n  G Money was slippin', too busy gettin' geeked on meds (you know the world is yours)\n  They should be lookin' for the pimples on the cheeks instead (you know the world is yours)\n  This a new Jack city, hop out the Jeep on dreads (it's nothin' like it used to be)\n  Then it's rockabye baby, like Keisha said (I feel it comin' over me)\n  I don't know too many heavyweights who beat the feds (it's somethin' in the energy)\n  Only the real hustlers survive when the streets are dead (you know the world is yours)\n  And haters still be tryin' to switch off movies\n  I guess when you in the theaters, it might piss of Tubi (I guess)\n  I stay away from suckers, I ditch all goofies\n  Still comin' through clutch, in some Rich Paul newbies, yeah\n  Switch the product, no narcotics, bitch, I built the brand (I did)\n  Gave me nothin', made me somethin', bitch, I built the hand (I did)\n  Like I'm playin' tongue, shorty spread, crazy dunk (woah)\n  I hit the aunties and the nieces, yeah, don't play with Unc'\n  Life has been so wavy lately, got to stay in trunks (yeah)\n  We agin' like fine wine, Cabernet and Blanc (yeah)\n  When we link, it's like when Brady get to play with Grump (chips)\n  You tryin' to go play on them beaches or go play the Bronx?\n  I love me a bad bitch who know her watches\n  To be top notch, you got to know the notches (levels)\n  Always do your thing, never know who watchin' (for real)\n  Except for the streets, 'cause you know they watchin' (upside)\n"},{"id":11322436,"name":"The World Is Yours Freestyle","trackName":"The World Is Yours Freestyle","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Friday Night Freestyles","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo I can't stop til I kill em now that's dedication\nYou slow nia's get .38 special education\nYou ask who the sickest and in need of medication\nThey ain't gotta think too hard, ain't no need for meditation\nIt's me and my federation, flowing with steady pacing\nI'm a nightmare on Fridays, call me Freddy Jason\nI'm ill with it, sometimes I lay in bed like patients\nBut can't sleep at night, the thoughts in my head are racing\nBout nia's having runs and forget the Feds are patient\nThey jog behind nia's when they out here cheddar chasing\nWait til your legs are tired, flip a regular buyer\nCrack em and watch you scramble like eggs in frying, pans\nThe Testarossas turn to testifying, man\nThe don't knows start identifying, damn\nThat's why I bullst with them generic hoes\nHit it and show no emotion like I'm Derrick Rose\nBend em over put em in the Walls of Jerichos\nBut I need queens not Hillside or Merrick hoes\nNia every lyrics goes, I don't take a bar off\nMy chain hang like big tits with the bra off\nDon't push buttons except for when I turn the car off\nBut homie in the Yankee let the AR off\nYeah, I call him A-Rod nia\nIf I point he start shooting like we play guard nia\nAnd that's the reason that I'm chilling Big Willie style\nCheck the chip tooth smile and my whips roof now\nGot the stars in it and a honey with talent\nThe Wraith black like homeboy from Money and Violence\nI keep balling but never falling six foot deep\nI'm out for presidents to represent me\nSay what?\nI'm out for presidents to represent me\nSay what?\nI'm out for dead presidents to represent me\n()\nWhose world is this?\nIts mine, it's mine, it's mine\nWho's world is this?\nAye every morning I tell my son he gon be a king\nAnd every night I tell em the world is yours\nI want him to believe that sh\nby (Njeru the Proginy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The World Is Yours Freestyle\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: Friday Night Freestyles\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayo I can't stop til I kill em now that's dedication\n  You slow nia's get .38 special education\n  You ask who the sickest and in need of medication\n  They ain't gotta think too hard, ain't no need for meditation\n  It's me and my federation, flowing with steady pacing\n  I'm a nightmare on Fridays, call me Freddy Jason\n  I'm ill with it, sometimes I lay in bed like patients\n  But can't sleep at night, the thoughts in my head are racing\n  Bout nia's having runs and forget the Feds are patient\n  They jog behind nia's when they out here cheddar chasing\n  Wait til your legs are tired, flip a regular buyer\n  Crack em and watch you scramble like eggs in frying, pans\n  The Testarossas turn to testifying, man\n  The don't knows start identifying, damn\n  That's why I bullst with them generic hoes\n  Hit it and show no emotion like I'm Derrick Rose\n  Bend em over put em in the Walls of Jerichos\n  But I need queens not Hillside or Merrick hoes\n  Nia every lyrics goes, I don't take a bar off\n  My chain hang like big tits with the bra off\n  Don't push buttons except for when I turn the car off\n  But homie in the Yankee let the AR off\n  Yeah, I call him A-Rod nia\n  If I point he start shooting like we play guard nia\n  And that's the reason that I'm chilling Big Willie style\n  Check the chip tooth smile and my whips roof now\n  Got the stars in it and a honey with talent\n  The Wraith black like homeboy from Money and Violence\n  I keep balling but never falling six foot deep\n  I'm out for presidents to represent me\n  Say what?\n  I'm out for presidents to represent me\n  Say what?\n  I'm out for dead presidents to represent me\n  ()\n  Whose world is this?\n  Its mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Who's world is this?\n  Aye every morning I tell my son he gon be a king\n  And every night I tell em the world is yours\n  I want him to believe that sh\n  by (Njeru the Proginy)\n"}]