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