beats & bops

[Intro: Ruby Wood, David Dallas] It's all yours It's all yours It's all yours You don't need nobody else (Yeah) It's all yours but you fail to... (Yeah) [Verse 1: David Dallas] Ice runnin' through my veins, I’m the coldest, give me half a chance I’ll be runnin' with it like I stole it, you would notice if You paid attention properly, ain't playin' a lottery I work with better odds, my favourite game is Monopoly You copy me, get it? Understand I’m a problem, G Ain’t no stoppin' me or my movement, man, this is prophecy This is probably the reason they tryin' to Sarah Connor me Or Edward Furlong in the sequel, but no apology You ever hearin' audibly come from my lips Like Beyoncé at inaugurations, ain’t gonna say shit Won't be no prerecordin' it either, I just give 'em the ether Freddie up on a feature, you should know the procedure Fool, don't act like you don't hear the chicks singin' "it's all yours" Made me a believer, I'm out to get it at all costs Like a young mob boss, go-getter Goin' out like this was V for Vendetta, trendsetter I'm the coldest [Chorus: David Dallas, Freddie Gibbs] Drawn to the sign S with the line through it 'bout to fall from the sky (Sky-high) Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse at the time, watch the blimp read 'the world is mine' And my mentality is money orientated Money orientated, anythin' for the paper And my mentality is money orientated Money orientated, anythin' for the paper (Freddie Gibbs, baby) [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, fuck the world and everything in it Driveway full of pink slips, ain't a thing rented And if we do push that rental then we got them things in it 454 in my motor, boy, put some change in it (Yeah) Jumped up off the label and started my own shit Don't need no nigga to hold my dick, bitch, I'm all off my own flip (Bitch) Say my attitude like Nicky from Casino I'll probably die buried alive, Freddie Tarantino, keep a shoebox (Yeah) Full of rubber bands, rockin' dope, I'm racked up (Uh) Good kush and fellatio, I lay back in my 'Lac truck Every nigga from my hood tryna make a hundred stacks plus (Uh) Eastside Gary niggas, boy, these actors get wrapped up (Bitch) All I wanna do is smoke a stoggy and get loaded And go fuck with my old bitch and my new ho got demoted (Bitch) But once I whip this dick on her, she might just jump back on it Got my dough ho and my blow right off the coast of California Bitch, we robbin', bitch, you holdin' (Bitch) [Chorus: David Dallas] Drawn to the sign S with the line through it 'bout to fall from the sky (Sky-high) Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse at the time, watch the blimp read 'the world is mine' And my mentality is money orientated Money orientated, anythin' for the paper And my mentality is money orientated Money orientated, anythin' for the paper, uh (Yeah) [Verse 3: David Dallas] Money orientated, legacy on my conscience Long as I did it my way, then fuck it, bro, I ain't bothered Don't bother poppin' off with the lips like droppin' the flame in A Molotov mix, not in your best in- Terest, lit fuse, D-dot, fuckin' flamethrower Hotter than the south beach when King James came over Painted over your little tags with end-to-end burners I've been a quick learner, to win, I went further Push harder, drive like Sebastian Vettel Put my foot to the floor so hard that I broke the pedal Killin' everything, you think that I made a pact with the devil Ain't no heartstrings that you can pull on, so fuck Geptepto I'm my own puppet master, pour a glass of lager Sittin' in mi casa, you ain't in mi clase You bastards, I fathered your style, my ability Got you sweatin' me but I never feel the humidity My AC's on, nothin' in this world That could take me on so pump your brakes, be gone I'm lookin' way beyond what's within my reach I'm tryna grow my wingspan till I got Dhalsim beat From Auckland City to New Delhi to Gary, Indiana The world gonna be my oyster, it don't come on a platter If they don't want it badder than I do Then I'ma keep takin' it as long as I'm alive to Try stop me, man