Swear to God I just touched down

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

London, England, South of France
And all points between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan
I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am

Piss poor ***** from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw
Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed

Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak
And handlin' the modern stand about five-eight
Five-nine, fine wine fine dine either that
Or I'm mixin' in Switzerland, tryin' to buy time

Ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali
Brunchin' at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy
When it's back home ***** back to the zone
***** back to the books to the rhymes that took me

All around the world same song
Brooklyn bombers same song
Detroit players same song
Chi-Town, all around the world

Said, it's all love, Sure Club, MIA
Party at bungalow eight, when I stay
Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's
A couple finances, I'm the new DeVante

'Come and Talk to Me' mami in the Ea-sy
Garant, I hope, she ain't too young
Only twenty-one and older let another ***** mold her
I'm just tryin' to show her how a baller and a roller

Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine
Runnin' then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas

Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list
Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl
Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy
A ticket and you pay to see D, sweet Sade

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

Said, it ain't where you from yo it's where you at
Real *****z out in Brooklyn, some *****z don't clap
It's real killers out in Cali, some *****z just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good

Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slackin' on they mackin', rest haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks
Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know

**** it ain't about your city or borough
It's bout if you really as thorough
And if you are, holla at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you

Real recognize real and you lookin' familiar
I'ma Bed-Stuy ***** but I do it to death
I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin' at Chef's
One-twelve, ATL, the sun up yet?
Then we party like the sun don't set

We gon' take you all around the world it's the same song
Everywhere it's the same song
We gon' take you all around the world same song
Same song, same song
All around the world
Same, same, same song, song, song, song