Rich The Kid ‘The World Is Yours 2′ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
In an Atlanta rap scene loaded with star talent, Rich The Kid has managed to make a name for himself as a hitmaker and one of the city's hottest artists. After years of putting in work on the mixtape circuit, Rich The Kid's career blossomed in 2018, as the rapper's Kendrick Lamar-assisted single "New Freezer" reached platinum status, marking his official entrance into the mainstream consciousness. Last year also marked the release of Rich the Kid's debut album, The World Is Yours, which earned gold certification off the strength of hits like "Plug Walk."
The Rich Forever Music CEO looks to build on that momentum with his sophomore album, The World Is Yours 2, a project that finds Rich The Kid playing to his strengths while musically expanding on new ground. Boasting features from Big Sean, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, Gunna, Jay Critch, Lil Pump, Miguel, Offset, Takeoff, Ty Dolla $ign, YoungBoy Never Broke Again and Young Thug, The World Is Yours 2 is a body of work that looks to further solidify Rich The Kid as a bonafide star.
"It's an album that has full of hits," Rich told Billboard of his latest release, which features the recently gold-certified track, "Splashin." "It's not like I came in there and was trying to make regular songs. Every song is a hit. Every song is a smash, so I don't think anybody has done that in the last century. No cap!"
With Rich The Kid's latest project being one of the premier releases of the week, XXL takes a deep dive into The World Is Yours 2 to pick out 20 of the best lyrics from the album.
"The world is mine, actually/All you lil' niggas work for me/I bought a tank, nigga, Master P/My chopper shooting like an athlete/My AP is a sight to see/My bitch, put her right up on the beach/A jet to Bora Bora for the week/They want my plug 'cause the price is cheap" —Rich the Kid
"I used to worry and stress/I used to pray for a check/Used to want to ball like the Nets/Make a milli', then invest/Magic City, make a mess/Not the Rollie, the Patek/I got her drippin' and she wet/Rich Forever, that's the set" —Rich the Kid
"I'm makin' investments/Stack it like Tetris/Give me the neck, know the rest, go'n and exit/They might just say I'm trippin', my bank account says different/I been sippin' sippin', got the Maybach tinted/Already got curtains/My bitch, she perfect/My shooters, they ride in Suburbans/The plug in Ohio workin'" —Rich the Kid
"Ayy, we can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock/Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks/Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top/I can't love a bitch, trust no thot/Never bring a fight to your spot/Dolce and Gabbana on my flip flops/I don't do no relaxing/Run up the bag, get the cash in/Fendi, am I drippin' or I'm splashin'" —Rich The Kid
"How you got a check and went broke again?/Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em/Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em" —Rich The Kid
"I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed/I told her, 'Proceed with the head'/I'm countin' these racks on you speds/I'm puttin' my shit on her legs/I told the lil' bitch it's the kid/I told the lil' bitch I'm the best/I came with the nine and the Tec/I'm keeping the photo of the bitch" —Young Thug
"I came with two nines like I'm Rondo/Then I hit the nine with the jackpot/Yeah, I got the crockpot/Yeah, I'm smokin' like magmas" —Young Thug
"Now I'm rapping, Motorola in the trash/All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash/I ain't cappin', put 250 on the dash/And I ain’t worried 'bout these bitches, want the bag" —Rich The Kid
"Two cups, two sluts/Jump right in it like Iike I'm playin' double dutch/Whippin' in that pot, I hit it uppercut/I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up/Big-body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up/You can't buy me for no million, nigga, that ain't enough/But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked/Nigga done lost your fuckin' mind tryna beef with us" —Rich The Kid
"Yeah, had to cut the middle man, I ain't talking Malcolms/When you put the work in, just look at all the outcomes/When you blessin' faith, what these niggas be like, 'How come?'/Know we quick to fuck these niggas up like round one/I got no time for hissy fits (No), can't count on you, you counterfeit" —Big Sean
"I go off, go in, go up, but never go back/I know we in a league of our own, bitch, I'm pro-Black/Just hit a lick for my grandsons and I don't have sons/But that's how far I'm thinking ahead, bitch, and some" —Big Sean
"I got a check to spend/Ain't gotta flex, I win/I said the Maybach a Benz/You cappin', them racks is in/Fuck a handout, I was trappin' 'til the lights out/The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out" —Rich The Kid
"Tick tock, nigga, big Glocks/We got big shots, we do wig shots/I do headshots, they do red dots/Bitch, I'm red hot, make your bed rock" —Tory Lanez
"I just put a double shot inside a double cup now/Touchin' that money give a young nigga a rush now/Throw that money up so high that they gotta duck down/She gon' let me fuck, counter, carpet, then rug now/Keep it a hundred, you like the way I light the wrist/Niggas say I be biting, well I'ma bite your bitch" —Tory Lanez
"I'm thinkin' ’bout the Wraith, I just might go snatch the Ghost/I'm all into Forbes I ain't gotta brag no more/She give me top at the red light/She get a bag if the head right/Cuban links nigga iced out/Pinky ring that's a lighthouse" —Rich The Kid
"I don't smoke no OG, bitch, I'm only smoking cookies/Threw 20 bands at a random bitch at Tootsies/No, I'm not your baby daddy, I just pop like 15 Xannies/Sip a pint, now I'm happy, side bitch from Cincinnati/Woke up, pop a bean, that's my everyday routine/On a PJ, sipping lean, smokin' dope with Charlie Sheen" —Lil Pump
"Diamonds they dancin' like Mike Jack/I'm on a roll like dice/You gotta pay that price/She give me face like Skype/I got an old man tight/I gotta ball like Mike, VVS's dance, yeah they moonwalk,I put the gang on ice, runnin' to the bands, gotta cool off" —Jay Critch
"I blow them racks when I'm pissed off/Pull out the Wraith, drop the top off/You niggas is softer than cotton/Back up 'cause my diamonds be boxing/Rich Forever getting to the cheddar now/I bought me a Maybach to ride around/I'm flexing, they pulling the cameras out/They asking me, 'What's all the talk about?'" —Rich The Kid
"Turn a nigga whole afro to a mohawk, ayy/And I'm making mad money, no lie/In the big body, but it's fast like the go-kart, ayy/They be so mad when I pull up/Put your girlfriend in the back of the tour bus ayy/I ain't got time for a hoe now/Put my dick in her tonsil, make her throw up" —A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
"Niggas lyin' 'bout they flexing, I done did that/Niggas showin' off, it's cute, now where your bitch at?/I been chasin' after that check, now I can't miss that/Why you cappin'? Signed 360 on your contract/Nigga, racks out, ass out/If the pussy good, she at the penthouse/30 racks on Chanel, I done cashed out/Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out" —Rich The Kid
"Blew a mil', I done did that/Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack/He got 200,000 for that contract/Now that nigga broke, like where your funds at?" —Rich The Kid