I Own It! lyrics

[Verse 1]
f*ck with a n*gga that be stacking all the time, just from rapping all them lines
Don't plan on falling back, I don't relax, I'm on my grind
Got that tatted on my mind, money it is
I'm like butter when it come to my bread, I'm on top of it
Swagger on 1-0-0
Where I'm from. I'm an icon and a hero
I crack a cigarillo put some Ray in the middle
My grind like the n*ggas with them thangs in the riddle
Spit hot water over cocaine instrumentals and call it crack
They leave standing have em crawling back
That n*gga, the sh*t, the man, I'm all that
And I don't brag so evidently I been told that
You n*ggas so wack
I'm so ahead of myself, sh*t, I could go back
Still wouldn't be f*cking with me
So all that hating sh*t is nothing to me
I'm eating right, yeah, my life's like a f*cking movie
Or a bucket 2-seat with 200 on the dash
I get close to anyone, I'm gon' crash
You ain't touched half or even 'round that quarter mark
I be up on front, you a background watermark
My flow more than hard, my n*gga Im solid
You on that bullsh*t with the mic like Scottie
Don't need security, I got Breeze and Big Lonnie
An average size team, but we seem like an army
Smoke a lot of green cause a lot of green calm me
Comatose, pick a drug, this sh*t overdose
I'm a typhoon, know the flow don't float your boat
f*ck around capsize, got it locked rap wise
Roll my blunts bat-sized, homie I am that guy
Drink Hen like my hoes stand with lil back sides
Highly intact my plan to attack then paid off
So f*ck just having a day off
Take the rest of your life
[Verse 2]
I'm back like a fresh out of rehab addict
It's nothing like I want, got a need for my habit
A fiend gotta have it, a beast or a savage
All about my green, spending leaves, lettuce, cabbage
And since this - hold on... since this number 2
I'ma rock more shows and do big numbers too
Smoke mad trees this what big lumber do
I been doing my thing homie this nothing new
I be getting the grind, certified boss
I tell you that if it ain't getting money, get lost
I flooded my P when you copped that cross
Lame n*ggas on my di*k make me sick get off
What up my n*gga Josh, man I just had to say it
And Sledg ain't make this beat for me but I just had to slay it
I'm Warner Bros. paid and Pistolvania bred
I rep Pittsburgh until a n*gga laying dead
You dug me?

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