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