Now everybody in this building wanna make it big Got producers tryna hustle in this music biz You see yeah yeah we the children of this makeshift bliss Pushing buttons stroking pedals don't know what really is Rockin polos and shit man, "it's part of the trend" Poppin mollies, where's the party? Let the story begin Then mix it up with some doobies that's the perfect blend But sometimes, I wonder if it'll be like this til the end That's why I, I stay chillin I, I stay grillin I keep it steady just tryna make a million And stay classy like fuckin Ron Burgundy Cool under pressure like (Who?) Freddie Mercury So grab a beer, pass the joint, let the stars shine There's no reason to be scared cos it's our time Now take a step back, everything just seems fine I guess this is how it feels when the world's mine (I guess this is how it feels when the fucking world is mine) Cos it's about damn time (It's about damn time) I take these minutes And let this free verse fall out and let em hear it Cos they don't really know what you about until they feel it