Nym Lo - It's Yours lyrics

[Chorus: Chelsie Denise] I see you when the stars align Skin like gold, you'll always shine Blessings ‘pon your life, God got ya The Devil's gon' [search?] ya [?] God bless it [?] divine, it's yours The world is yours, it's yours yeah Baby go ‘head get yours The world is yours, it's yours yeah Baby you're blessed, it's yours [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Devil rebuke you No in-betweens Either they hate or salute you, all decisions is crucial Mega dough, the flow, the O's got you that coupe too That cake, the rappers' exchanges will drive you cuckoo The chase, the travel arrangements The feeling of the rush when they finally made it But don't get complacent, that'll get you raided I know some of the best hustlers ever still caged in Godfather of the set, I'm known to empower I lost some homies ‘long the way, they fumbled the flour My homegirl linked me with some business, I met her in Broadway Got my Robinhood popping, she schooling at Howard Keep it short, simple, and plain, and see I can't wait My priors and hustler's diet always been plant-based They prying, they tryna get info, clocking my landscape I'm flying right over the bullsh*t, just to translate [Chorus: Chelsie Denise] I see you when the stars align Skin like gold, you'll always shine Blessings ‘pon your life, God got ya The Devil's gon' [search?] ya [?] God bless it [?] divine, it's yours The world is yours, it's yours yea Baby go ‘head get yours The world is yours, it's yours yea Baby you're blessed, it's yours (Gotta get mines Harlem ni**a forreal) [Verse 2: Nym Lo] I'm just waiting on my moment, middle finger my opponent When the bird is untouched then we call them chickens boneless Farmers with the M or AMG for the performance With no roof like the coupe homeless Get the bread ‘fore it expire how the OGs mold us Listen closely you'll see that I'm cold as fu*k Most these ni**as know what's up Double G the loafers, uh Bullets have ‘em rushing to the dock like ya boat gon' come Breathing like you got COVID lungs I'm just tryna find a way out I done drug dealed myself right into this coupe and that steakhouse So cash is the last thing got played out Rental car filthy, take the Waze route so we see where 12 staked out Lo [Chorus: Chelsie Denise] I see you when the stars align Skin like gold, you'll always shine Blessings ‘pon your life, God got ya The Devil's gon' [search?] ya [?] God bless it [?] divine, it's yours The world is yours, it's yours yea Baby go ‘head get yours The world is yours, it's yours yea Baby you're blessed, it's yours