My own by Bknott Lyrics
I just had to get it on my nigga
She said she fuck with me cause I'm my own nigga
You tryna jack my style you ain't alone nigga
We working and flipping and getting it's four in the morn nigga
I got real niggas on speed dial
I went to jail but I didn't see a trail
I went to jail for a misdemean
I had a low cut just like Mr. Clean
But now I'm free I feel like a Mason
It's more to life that just paper chasing
Niggas be beefing for promo
Self snitching is a no no
I'm paranoid and a little faded
I'm getting cheese and now I'm feeling grated
I made mistakes when I should of waited
I heard your music and it sounded dated
They holding me back like a flag on the play
These niggas like Romo they been had they day
Making hit and just getting money
Man a nigga never really been bad at that
Niggas talking I just hear them talking I'm just making money and I keep on going
Made mistakes and we just kept on going
I prayed to God and now them blessing pouring
This shit ain't over till Aretha sing I gotta get respect
I gotta get them Franklin's
And it's my year I said that last year
When this shit is over Imma buy a Lear
I just had to get it on my nigga
She said she fuck with me cause I'm my own nigga
You tryna jack my style you ain't alone nigga
We working and flipping and getting it's four in the morn nigga
I got real niggas on speed dial
I went to jail but I didn't see a trail
I went to jail for a misdemean
I had a low cut just like Mr. Clean
But now I'm free I feel like a Mason
It's more to life that just paper chasing
Niggas be beefing for promo
Self snitching is a no no
She said she fuck with me cause I'm my own nigga
You tryna jack my style you ain't alone nigga
We working and flipping and getting it's four in the morn nigga
I got real niggas on speed dial
I went to jail but I didn't see a trail
I went to jail for a misdemean
I had a low cut just like Mr. Clean
But now I'm free I feel like a Mason
It's more to life that just paper chasing
Niggas be beefing for promo
Self snitching is a no no
I'm paranoid and a little faded
I'm getting cheese and now I'm feeling grated
I made mistakes when I should of waited
I heard your music and it sounded dated
They holding me back like a flag on the play
These niggas like Romo they been had they day
Making hit and just getting money
Man a nigga never really been bad at that
Niggas talking I just hear them talking I'm just making money and I keep on going
Made mistakes and we just kept on going
I prayed to God and now them blessing pouring
This shit ain't over till Aretha sing I gotta get respect
I gotta get them Franklin's
And it's my year I said that last year
When this shit is over Imma buy a Lear
I just had to get it on my nigga
She said she fuck with me cause I'm my own nigga
You tryna jack my style you ain't alone nigga
We working and flipping and getting it's four in the morn nigga
I got real niggas on speed dial
I went to jail but I didn't see a trail
I went to jail for a misdemean
I had a low cut just like Mr. Clean
But now I'm free I feel like a Mason
It's more to life that just paper chasing
Niggas be beefing for promo
Self snitching is a no no