Own by TRA (US) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Whatcha know about working hard, making bars every mother fucking night, yeah my shit alright yeah
Sit down each night and I'll write until I see white, or I take off like a kite, mid flight mother fucker
You're not my type mother fucker like boom
Soon as I step in the room I consume, I produce like the Wayne I am Bruce
I'm not one for the truce, take the game and I put it in a noose for another use
Yeah never ever make an excuse
I make all of my music in a room with a mic that isn't shit but I still spit
I don't slip never ever wanna quit, man just get a grip
Yeah that ship has sailed, hope I never have to fail
Yeah I take my time on shit like a snail, but that doesn't mean I'm going off trail (Off trail mother fucker)
[Verse 2]
I can't take this shit no more, man I swore that you hit the floor
Got me feeling bored what you working toward
Man I store all my thoughts in my head
Man I'm only holding on by a thread
But instead of getting help I just bottle it all up on the shelf by itself
I'm compelled I have held onto so much shit that's happened to me
And everything that's happened recently has been so hard to see
But I'm slowly breaking free, whatcha know about me
You know nothing, I've been coming outta nowhere trynna crush it and run it
But I can't seem to get the buzzing even though I'm always busting my ass
Yeah I'm always full of gas cause I never want quit
Yeah I see you're trynna pass me but you can't, try to run but you pant
Yeah speaking out my mind that's a rant
Yeah you're toxic like Jan with her fucking implants
I'm the shoe, you're the ant mother fucker
I'm just better get the fetter cause I can't be stopped
Drive in the paint and get blocked, step in the ring and you get knocked out
My whole life has been a drought and now I'm filling it with doubt
That's why I shout all these words yeah you now what this about
But I will never sell out because I'll take another route
[Verse 3]
Fuck being sad now I'm mad mother fucker
Like a dad that ran out of all his plaid mother fucker
Like a Chad without his Brad mother fucker like woah
Someday I'll be selling out shows and you'll know that I caused all this shit to grow
And even know you think you've been there, I know you haven't been there
Cause finding someone to help me out is so fucking rare
Yeah no one can compare cause I did this on my own
Now I'm coming for the throne, bitch don't call me on my phone
Leave that shit on silent, couldn't have done it without Siren
Quick shout out to the boy Ben, cause he made a lot of beats for the songs you keep running again and again
Yeah so thanks to the boy, I couldn't have done it without him
[Verse 4]
Whenever I get time, I spend it writing rhymes
Man it's time that I get respect, that I get some checks
Man what you expect, yeah I got nothing to flex cause I'd rather have respect
Man I can't believe that you think you're better than me
You better keep that between you and me cause I will fuck you up on the beat, in my fucking sleep
Man I gotta keep me from going too deep, cause that slope is too steep
And I ain't going back down cause I'll drown mother fuckers that try to bring me down with 'em
And I swear if you try me, I will stab you in the brain stem
Cause I'm a bad mother fucker, don't you ever make me mad mother fucker, I don't think you understand mother fucker
That I'm always on another level
People tell me that I'm shit, but I think I'm special
Yeah it's all fucking mental
When they try to be judgmental, I just put an instrumental on
And I kill it till it's gone
Whatcha know about working hard, making bars every mother fucking night, yeah my shit alright yeah
Sit down each night and I'll write until I see white, or I take off like a kite, mid flight mother fucker
You're not my type mother fucker like boom
Soon as I step in the room I consume, I produce like the Wayne I am Bruce
I'm not one for the truce, take the game and I put it in a noose for another use
Yeah never ever make an excuse
I make all of my music in a room with a mic that isn't shit but I still spit
I don't slip never ever wanna quit, man just get a grip
Yeah that ship has sailed, hope I never have to fail
Yeah I take my time on shit like a snail, but that doesn't mean I'm going off trail (Off trail mother fucker)
[Verse 2]
I can't take this shit no more, man I swore that you hit the floor
Got me feeling bored what you working toward
Man I store all my thoughts in my head
Man I'm only holding on by a thread
But instead of getting help I just bottle it all up on the shelf by itself
I'm compelled I have held onto so much shit that's happened to me
And everything that's happened recently has been so hard to see
But I'm slowly breaking free, whatcha know about me
You know nothing, I've been coming outta nowhere trynna crush it and run it
But I can't seem to get the buzzing even though I'm always busting my ass
Yeah I'm always full of gas cause I never want quit
Yeah I see you're trynna pass me but you can't, try to run but you pant
Yeah speaking out my mind that's a rant
Yeah you're toxic like Jan with her fucking implants
I'm the shoe, you're the ant mother fucker
I'm just better get the fetter cause I can't be stopped
Drive in the paint and get blocked, step in the ring and you get knocked out
My whole life has been a drought and now I'm filling it with doubt
That's why I shout all these words yeah you now what this about
But I will never sell out because I'll take another route
[Verse 3]
Fuck being sad now I'm mad mother fucker
Like a dad that ran out of all his plaid mother fucker
Like a Chad without his Brad mother fucker like woah
Someday I'll be selling out shows and you'll know that I caused all this shit to grow
And even know you think you've been there, I know you haven't been there
Cause finding someone to help me out is so fucking rare
Yeah no one can compare cause I did this on my own
Now I'm coming for the throne, bitch don't call me on my phone
Leave that shit on silent, couldn't have done it without Siren
Quick shout out to the boy Ben, cause he made a lot of beats for the songs you keep running again and again
Yeah so thanks to the boy, I couldn't have done it without him
[Verse 4]
Whenever I get time, I spend it writing rhymes
Man it's time that I get respect, that I get some checks
Man what you expect, yeah I got nothing to flex cause I'd rather have respect
Man I can't believe that you think you're better than me
You better keep that between you and me cause I will fuck you up on the beat, in my fucking sleep
Man I gotta keep me from going too deep, cause that slope is too steep
And I ain't going back down cause I'll drown mother fuckers that try to bring me down with 'em
And I swear if you try me, I will stab you in the brain stem
Cause I'm a bad mother fucker, don't you ever make me mad mother fucker, I don't think you understand mother fucker
That I'm always on another level
People tell me that I'm shit, but I think I'm special
Yeah it's all fucking mental
When they try to be judgmental, I just put an instrumental on
And I kill it till it's gone