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Swear to God I touched down

All the world, same song
Killa Cali nigga, song
A-T-L, song
Real-adelphia it's all around the world

London, England, South of
And all between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan, I'm a Giant like Ichiro
I am piss poor from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce up and down Crenshaw
Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or
Bathrobe, in the lobby like weed

Your stand manta ray, handlin' a steak
And handlin' the modern about five-eight
Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine either that or I'm mixin' in
Tryin' to buy time, ballin' out in when it's gorgeous out in Cali
Brunchin' at the 4 Seasons, off the
it's back home nigga back to the zone
Nigga to the books to the rhymes that took me

All the world
Brooklyn
players
Chi-Town, all around the

Said it's all love, Club, M-I-A
Party at bungalow eight, when I
Pool look like a Beyonce's
A fiancres, I'm the new DeVante
Come and talk to me, in the ea-sy
Garant, I hope, she too young
twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her
I'm just to show her how a baller and a roller

Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the
Runnin' I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminisce about the time my Mom couldn't spend
Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish
Anywhere in the world, for my girl
Forever my lady, blind and crazy
A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet

Sade, don't you know I love you Sade
All the world

Said it ain't you from yo it's where you at
Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz clap
It's real killers out in Cali, some just act
like they out the hood, it's all to the good
Real players in the D-Twa, some of throwed
Slackin' on they mackin', rest for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, of them real folks
Gangsters, come on Charlie I know

Shit it ain't about your or borough
'bout if you really as thorough and if you are, holla at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, that means I you
Real recognize real and you familiar
Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death
I I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin' at Chef's
One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up
Then we like the sun don't set

We gon' you all around the world
the same song, everywhere
It's the song
We gon' you all around the world, same song
song
Same
All around the

Same, same, song song song song