My Own

Ay, I spark up like the lights

Ay, I go so through the night

Ay, you niggas not in sight

Ay, we war off but we fight

Bitch my style not nice and Id rather you not like me

Blinded, I'm coming through, I'm thugging shit in my Nikes

Do the right thing bitch I'm living like I'm Spike Lee

Waterboyz forever we be water like we Bruce Lee

Hold up, where the money, if it's none exclude me

Bitch I'm in New York, I need a tight one not no Lucy

Remove me, you can't do me or you can't see me

You moving like I'm moving, but you hate me

Inspire you, no desire to but you neglect it

My harmonies and my melodies sent from heaven

No flexing

Watch me pull if I'm my protection

No question

If I fuck with you, you respect it

No stressing

Smoking woods till my mind ejected

A blessing, what I am

I'm really getting blessed and...

Ay, I smoke my own dope

Ay, I fuck my own hoes

And I make my own money and I make my own clothes

See I'm cooling, yeah you know, like I'm sledding in the snow

See that bitch she all on go and she already know

Yeah we get it left and right, see it all day and night

In the morning got a flight, imma probably miss that flight

I'm in her mouth just like some ice

She ride it, motorbike, then fall beside me say goodnight, I know she sleeping right