paroles de chanson Own This - Cadence Weapon
It′s
7 on
the
upside
of
8 and
we're
still
in
the
motion,
Right
here
with
the
Black
Experience
In
Sound.
And
let
it
be
known
right
now,
E-Town,
The
first
lady
in
my
life
brought
forth
the
magic
and
the
Continuation
of
T.E.D.D.Y.,
On
the
junior
side.
That′s
right...
if
I
don't
get
ya,
my
son
will
It's
Duke
Wildhead
in
the
building
right
now
I
got
my
afro
pick
stuck
in
my
hair
right
now
I
think
I′m
Huey
in
this
bitch
Yeah,
all
to
the
beat,
though
One,
two,
run
through
Like
I
didn′t
wanna
hear
three
go
All
for
my
people
working
in
the
back
Waiting
for
the
bus
at
the
depot
Sipping
on
vino,
pinot
grigio
Staying
low-key,
that's
how
we
roll
Tougher
than
Deebo
on
the
block
Hotter
than
beach,
Puerto
Rico
One
life
to
live
like
C-Bo
Wanna
stay
dipped
in
Moschino
Might
see
a
nigga
on
Vevo
Might
hear
the
G
flow
on
Rinse
FM,
getting
reloads
Rock
for
the
c-notes
Speak
like
a
keynote
Know
I
got
queens
in
the
east
coast
Freaks
in
the
west,
freakum
dress
Talk
dirty,
but
I
always
rock
clean
clothes
Living
off
rap
Whole
team
giving
me
dap
Like
I
just
shot
a
free
throw
So
much
cash
in
my
crib
like
I
live
in
BMO
Got
a
young
nigga
going
beast
mode
Old-school
like
Game
Genie
Winning
with
this
shit
but
I
didn′t
use
a
cheat
code
Cheap
ass,
running
for
the
repo
Man,
damn,
just
got
your
Jeep
towed
All
those
comments,
delete
those
Don't
give
a
fuck
what
you
see,
bro
Don′t
give
a
fuck
what
you
tweet,
bro
Not
really
rushing
to
see
I
got
stuff
to
complete,
so
hold
up
Got
so
much
dough,
it
won't
fold
up
Did
it
with
my
team,
no
one
control
us
No
one
can
hold
us
or
mold
us
or
scold
us
Shine
like
we′re
coated
in
gold
dust,
you
know
what?
Yeah,
I
own
this
And
like
always,
you
know
I'm
on
my
own
shit
Got
my
own
team
and
we
write
our
own
hits
Need
my
own
AP
on
my
own
wrist
Tryna
raise
my
salary,
get
my
family
what
they
need
No
time
to
sleep,
I
ain't
out
here
counting
sheep
Money
coming
slow,
gotta
bring
it
up
to
speed
I′ma
be
my
own
man,
won′t
let
nobody
own
me
Y'all
niggas
know
my
nickname
Like
Birdman
knows
Rich
Gang
I′m
making
the
funk
like
Rick
James
You're
fakin′
the
funk
like
Chris
Gaines
Big
and
black
like
Ving
Rhames
In
Olympic
Stade
like
Tim
Raines
Like
MJ,
got
six
rings
Rock
thin
chains,
ain't
shit
changed
Give
a
fuck
what
your
list
say
I
be
the
shit
in
this
game
I
spit
flames,
I
been
strange
Got
sick
range
I
sing,
rap
and
I
mix
things,
let
me
explain
Young
nigga
workin′,
got
shit
to
gain
No
bigger
purpose,
just
switch
the
frame
I
flip
the
game
tryna
get
the
fame
I'm
with
this
dame
on
Biscayne
On
a
layover,
won't
stay
sober
It
ain′t
snowing,
laying
low
Better
lay
lower,
it
ain′t
over
Put
you
on
ice
like
Kem
CoBa
I'm
a
king
cobra
Arch
my
back,
got
big
shoulders
I′ll
give
you
something
to
flip
over
I'm
a
real
soldier
Yeah,
I
own
this
And
like
always,
you
know
I′m
on
my
own
shit
Got
my
own
team
and
we
write
our
own
hits
Need
my
own
AP
on
my
own
wrist
Tryna
raise
my
salary,
get
my
family
what
they
need
No
time
to
sleep,
I
ain't
out
here
counting
sheep
Money
coming
slow,
gotta
bring
it
up
to
speed
I′ma
be
my
own
man,
won't
let
nobody
own
me
Tryna
raise
my
salary,
get
my
family
what
they
need
No
time
to
sleep,
I
ain't
out
here
counting
sheep
Money
coming
slow,
gotta
bring
it
up
to
speed
I′ma
be
my
own
man,
won′t
let
nobody
own
me
Emancipated
And
damn,
they
hate
it
I
got
here
all
on
my
own
feet
I
won't
let
nobody
own
me
I
got
here
all
on
my
own
feet
I
won′t
let
nobody
own
me
1 Own This
2 Destination
3 My Crew (Woooo)
4 Don't Talk to Me
5 Large
6 The Host
7 Five Roses
8 Soju
9 System
10 High Rise
11 Infinity Pool
12 The Afterparty
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