This song is in memory
of my brothers
Keith and [Name] Miller
[ VERSE 1 ]
If I could go back and change things that I done
I`d stall with my life and the pain that I brung
To my mama all the drama livin kamikaze
All I wanted to do is make you happy and be somebody
That you could be proud of, that you could speak loud of
I love you for bein there and helpin me get out of
The scene, cream on the triple beam, B-12 to swell it
I used to sack it, then sell it
Tryin to ball but I always seemed to fall
But you was there to visit me every Sunday in the hall
But everytime I got out I was back on the block
Havin a sack and a Glock with a stack and a spot
You used to tell me what comes fast goes fast
But I thought it would last cause of the cash
Ski mask came in the picture when we got richer
Now instead of gettin paid I`m diggin graves for my niggas
Now what you told me comes to mind
My life`s a struggle, mom, but if the world was mine..
[ CHORUS: female singer ]
If the world was mine
(If this world was mine)
The world was mine
If the world was mine
(I`d do everything)
I`d give you everything
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now my mama sees signs of depression
See, I`m stressin, now she`s asking questions
About my homies who I bury, the new obituaries
Late night rides and the .45 that I carry
Hurry and leave the game, son is what she tell me
But I can`t run, mama, I need therapy
It`s tearin me to see all my dead amigos
I never thought my future would be in kilos
$100`000 a week, I make it
I try to buy you things, but you never wanna take it
You say you won`t be a part of my blood money
Call me a thug and a dummy
This may sound funny, but it`s all for you
Everything I do, I know you miss daddy
That`s why I`m tryin to make you happy
Every day you tell me pray and ask the Lord for forgiveness
For my sickness
I try to get on my knees, but I can`t at this time
Cause you don`t understand my struggles, mom
If the world was mine..
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
Troubled water seem to calm as the water settle
Now I`m livin fine sippin wine served by the devil
And my level of hustlin has increased
From $100`000 a week to controllin the East Side O
Mom says I reap what I sow
But I feel like a giant, so fee-fi-fo-
fum, I`m runnin the slums with drugs and lead
I need to quit while I`m ahead, she says
But the drug trade`s a broke remedy
Now I got slugs for my guage for my enemies
Tendencies of a hustler doomed for death
Can`t seem to make mama happy, so I`m goin for self
Goin for wealth, I done done it
Caught slippin at a light and bullets rattled my 500
Try to mash, but I crash into a stop sign
Sorry, mama, for the pain, I thought the world was mine
[ CHORUS ]
Thought the world was mine
