Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Own, artist - Styles P. Album song Nickel Bag - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: D-Block
Song language: English
My Own |
| Yeah, it is what it is |
| Tell 'em ain’t no me |
| Feel me? |
| Vinny Idol, nigga |
| Streets know the aura, Tommy guns, fedoras |
| Watch for the creeps, the peeps on the corner |
| Mommy read Genesis, I cred the Torah |
| Supposed to be righteous but I love the horror |
| Was thrilled by crime |
| I can’t believe I let a motherfuckin' dollar bill kill my mind |
| Dull my senses, steal my shine |
| It took a strong will from me to heal my mind |
| Still, I’m blind 'cause still I grind |
| This ain’t Astrology but feel my sign |
| Ghost walk his path align, feel his rap align |
| 'Cause I kick shit that make the pastor cry |
| Weed pacify or pass the time |
| Got the soul of a slave with a mastermind |
| Get real ill, make a statue cry |
| 'Cause gettin' real deep, that’s a knack of mine |
| But fuck accolades, blow a splif and get kicks off a page |
| Homie, put the MAC away |
| You either live or you die slow |
| Might you burn O’s and hide dough from 5−0 |
| I’m John Doe in the Tahoe |
| Glow in the dark how a spark’ll leave your mind blown |
| My time’s up in your time zone, still on the flow but, my nigga, I’m a ride on |
| Ghost |
| I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit |
| Greedy mother fucker on that low shit |
| I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit |
| Grease a eighty-eight, that’s that blow shit |
| I be on my own shit |
| This is all from the school of hard knocks |
| From Wyo to Far Rock, I’m the nigga they play on the hard blocks |
| What’s the meaning of time when you lookin' at God clock? |
| Speakin' on the patterns in the sky |
| Niggas make rules up and break 'em, but I’m adamant with mine |
| Catalyst for crime, talk shit I’m shatterin' your spine |
| 'Cause I ain’t get a ladder for the climb |
| Nah, no ropes, no hikin' shit |
| Had to play Valhalla on some vikin' shit |
| But never snitch gone on the deal |
| Live niggas keep it real, go out on they shield |
| No longer doin' crime but I could pass a line |
| Take a couple points, hit a joint, that is by design |
| Tradition kept, surprised a lotta niggas ain’t missin' yet |
| Just 'cause they ain’t listen yet |
| I know they deaf but they ain’t get the vision yet |
| Who am I to judge? |
| Only robe I wear is from the 'telly on the balcony |
| Blowin' on the bud |
| And I ain’t got a ego, I could show a nigga love |
| I got a Desert Eagle that could show a nigga mud |
| Dick in the dirt, floor wet 'cause of the blood |
| To tell the truth, nigga, I rather give you a hug |
| And you just mad 'cause of the plug |
| I know what it is, not what it was |
| I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit |
| Greedy mother fucker on that low shit |
| I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit |
| Grease a eighty-eight, that’s that blow shit |
| I be on my own shit |