[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 n***a 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 n***a from my hood tryna make a hundred stacks plus (Uh)
Eastside Gary n***as, 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