[Intro: Muzik Jones Drew]

I done been around the world and I'm back again

Somebody better tell the world I'm what's happening

I done been around the world and I'm back again

[Verse 1: Termanology]

I got a fresh new song, let me sing it for you

I know they're talking about me, can't be my paranoia

Lawyers want to talk to me now, trying to sit me down

But there's nothing to talk about except my bank account

Add another comma, then we can finally talk about

What we came to talk about, if not then I'm walking out

Left foot, right foot, kick rocks pal

Educated ghetto child on this elevator down

But I'm on my way up, up through the clouds

And when I start to speeding up, it ain't no slowing down

It ain't no e-brake, stopping or pausing

Just the baddest one in the spot, in my apartment

Just me on the way to the top cuz of these bars and

I did it all because my flow hot, not cuz I'm balling

You can ask my city, my city tell you I'm from around

The place you seen in The Departed, The Fighter and The Town

[Hook: Muzik Jones Drew]

Bright lights and limousines

All of the finer things that music brings

Only I know what it means to me

It's my everything, my everything

Clothes, lights and movie screens

I'm seeing all the things I'd ever dreamed

Only I know what it means to me

Yeah it's my everything, my everything

[Verse 2: Termanology]

There's a lot of big money in my sentence

Haters want to dead it, made my way through Venice

No, not Venice Beach, talking Venice Italy

Can this really be the lifestyle the Lord meant for me?

Say grace, say my prayers, count my blessings

Shout out all the haters that admire my progression

Down with Showoff Records, though I'm feeling modest

Cuz I ain't reached the peak I'm shooting for as an artist

When I'm not in the crib, I'm probably out touring

Somewhere foreign, spending loot on Ralph Lauren

Hundred dollar bills stay filling up my wallet

But I can't forget the days when I would pick through garbage

Trying to fill up a trash bag with empty bottles

Forty cans, five cents a pop, two dollars

Split it with my cousin, now I got a dollar

Bag of chips and a candy bar better than nothing

[Hook: Muzik Jones Drew]

Bright lights and limousines

All of the finer things that music brings

Only I know what it means to me

It's my everything, my everything

Clothes, lights and movie screens

I'm seeing all the things I'd ever dreamed

Only I know what it means to me

Yeah it's my everything, my everything