Released: January 24, 2020

Featuring: CyHi The Prynce T.I.

Songwriter: CyHi The Prynce T.I. Sy Ari da Kid

Producer: Natra Average

[Intro: Sy Ari da Kid, T.I.]
For God, be able to remember the times that we are here, each one of us
That they will keep his legacy and make his family [?] whatever name for himself
Yeah, RIP Uncle Keith
Yeah
Ayy, listen, as legend tells you
You are controlling your own distance man
Y'all really overusing the word GOAT, hm
Like I'm tired of that shit
You direct your power, man
You choose your fate
Natra on the beat, [?] on the sampling
Don't look for nobody else to do shit for you, man
To put you on-put your motherfucking self on, nigga
This your world

[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
I guess it's ho season
Where niggas don't even know you but call you bro season
I really don't need 'em
Don't know me very well and even though they not laughing, they're the type to text LOL for no reason
Tripping, I would never fake my image
Guess I ain't popping 'til Soulja Boy say my name with a question mark and an exclamation mark with it, huh
Get it?
I think it's time to run up the facts
I'm like a Jansport custom but motherfucker all I want is a bag
And I ain't that nigga stuck in the past
Don't ask about Cash Money, already paid 'em back their money in cash
Even though I'm tough and honest, I'm going up in mileage
Another graphic designer promoting in my comments
I'm like, I'm cold hearted and real torn
I've been chilling in the cut like Neosporin
Grinding, wilding, niggas that I helped still shitting on me
Our partner's baby Mom's still hitting on me
Don't overthink shit first, the crazy thing is hell knowing that'll make shit hurt
She only do it out of spite 'cause he ain't really in his child's life but I know that'll make shit worse
Turn the C to a bastard, speeding the fastest
Brother and the FED like feeding the past-tense
We getting passed when June caught a murder charge, never would imagine
Needing money for his lawyer, man I wish I had it
Northside Atlanta, niggas knowing I'm the captain
Made all my money, more than my niggas that were trapping
These rappers wear purse and you act like it's fashion
Tyreek killed, I'm on the fair moving the fastest
My bitch bad, she might enter a beauty pageant
Told all my youngins, look at the world, you can have it

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid, T.I.]
Yo, told all my youngins, look at the world, you can have it
Shit
Word for word, this is exactly what happened, yeah, hm
Word for word, this is exactly what happened
What happened, yeah
Ayy, listen

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Okay if my recollection could travel with me to my adolescence
How I'd turn out, I really had 'em guessing
In and out of juvie every week, seem like I got arrested
It's more a key than just in school was not interested
Look, being entrepreneurs is great for 'em
Learn how to get a lil' money and make more
Looked around, see all my dudes with paid fours
Same time I saw I got everything I prayed for
What'd happened, see it went like this
Took my ring to get my money longer than a goodnight kid
As a youngin', no one really understood my shit
That keep me scared to be their self, cut the hood, might diss
Listen, if everybody see your vision out enough ambition
Safe shit you do they call you crazy, fucking make you billions
Say bruh if I took out my bad decisions
And stacked them on top of each other, they'd be tall as a Manhattan building
Every loss is a lesson, look for the blessing
Never devalue a life 'cause that shit is precious
And that remind me of my sister' pressure
Taught me so much I used to miss the message
And now all I can do is miss her presence
Wow, see her apart, kick the shit in heaven, smile
It seem like one day you be 10/11, bow
Then you kill the letter
Time flying like cars on a [?] section

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid, CyHi the Prince]
Yo, told all my youngins, look at the world, you can have it
Shit
Word for word, this is exactly what happened, yeah, hm
Word for word, this is exactly what happened
What happened, yeah
Huh, CyHi

[Verse 3: CyHi the Prince]
Mr. Know-It-All
Mixed it, bagged it up and sold it all
Beat the verdict like I'm [?]
They hate it when you come through swerving in them foreign cars
Niggas be so world, they think you're showing off
Only clapping 'cause they want the ball, huh
They full course pressing, I'm just tryna get my point across
I need a moment y'all, huh
They wanted to Martin and Malcolm me
That's why I never get the room with the balcony
My face card good, don't need no nigga to vouch for me
P90s and they all's in the house with me
Remind me that we all done make it out the streets
Gianni on my broad, that's Versace sheets
Turn my goals into gold like it's alchemy
Plus I heard my inner circle got it out for me
Enough to turn a king cold, Natalie
But I've been able to let things go gradually, huh
'Cause most of us grew up poor as hell
Now it's yachts off the coast of Florida Dale
All that pump in your gums, you're gon' need oral gel
I'm with the Goddess, I'm tryna see if me and her aura gel
They wanna see you in the grave or in jail
My palms is itching, that's how a fortune tell

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
Yo, told all my youngins, look at the world, you can have it
Shit
Word for word, this is exactly what happened, yeah, hm
Word for word, this is exactly what happened
What happened, yeah

Sy Ari da Kid

Sy Ari Brockington better known as his stage name Sy Ari da Kid or Sy Ari (born January 8, 1986) is an American singer, songwriter, and rapper from The Bronx, New York. At the age of 9 years old, he moved to Atlanta, Georgia.

After being influenced by his brother and cousin, he put his childhood dreams of being a basketball player aside and started rapping.