Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa – World Class Lyrics

World Class

Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa

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"World Class." - Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 07:45 am

Album: Mac and Devin Go to High School (Music from and Inspired By the Movie) [Deluxe Version]

Track No: 11

I'm not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I'm just tryna make it out here on my own
I said I'd do a lot of things but I probably never change
I'm not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I'm just tryna make it out here on my own
I said I'd do a lot of things but I probably be the same
Every time I try to get my life together, someone seems
What you doing tryna ruin my hopes and my dreams?
Push away and always gon' get away
I keep some grams in my pants, have a hit a day
Am I wrong, am I right? Do I care? Living life
On my own, cop a zone, what it feeling like
Transition crimination, what you call it? Mack up on
Do my thang with my gang, put your back up on
Recollect and reflect on how I used to be
I'm probably the same way cud' 'cause I'm goin' keep it G
Secretly sacredly, y'all wake and bake with me
Solo creepin' on the dolo tippin' like a lolo
Fans come in vans, they clans expecting to get that photo
Or even come backstage and have a chance to hit my dodo
Cool individual, I'm never too good
See Mack is from the hood and never Hollywood
I'm not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I'm just tryna make it out here on my own
I say I'd do a lot of things but I probably never change
I'm not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I'm just tryna make it out here on my own
I say I'd do a lot of things but I probably be the same
Growing up, I ain't know as much
I was too busy chasing money and rolling stuff 'fore I was old enough
Getting every dollar and fold it up
Puttin' all our weed in papers instead of blunts so they could know it's us
Every party we showing up, baggy full of pre-rolls
Light it up and pass it you holding that one too long ****
Matter fact you can have it another one in rotation
My my motivation is cabbage my Rollie face filled with carrots
And **** think they are but they know that they ain't comparing
And they ain't doing no harm I just don't think I'm into caring
I keep making deposits and no way, no interference
From your broke ass, I just keep hustlin' all the time and getting more cash
And rolling weed, you smell the chronic when I go past
You look at me and then put down notes on your notepad
Yeah, I'm kinda high, but you should know that
I'm not tryna be a right, tryna to be a wrong
I'm just tryna make it out here on my own
I say I'd do a lot of things but I probably never change
I'm not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I'm just tryna make it out here on my own
I say I'd do a lot of things but I probably be the same

Writer(s): C. Broadus, Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Ronald LaTour.

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