My Own Nation

I mean it, I live it Find a niche and then run with it Walk on the wing don't flinch at the wind Even when that plane is tailspinning Believe that when I leave I'm going to leave grinning, gritty City different, singing like a spinning prop—stop, back to the beginning Those Airwalks were no paradox, pushed my Powell past the Band Box told my momma being landlocked on this blacktop was just not me I never cared what gravity planned, I had my own design on a renegade thought I escaped and I found me a clan but didn't get away clean, I took a couple shots I've been beat down but I smile like it's my world, my wild life I'm in flight, I'm sound bites and that's my science applied right And I live like fuck it, those rules are fake and they don't apply I'm going to shine until death unplugs it I'm going to hang my letters in the sky (Mike) It's the guilt of gold teeth, king shit Lord of the Fly, EXU Brillo, boppers, helicopters Hella choppers, hello coppers Robbers got the jump say how high Suspended animation casting shadows over the sun blind From the light coming in from the outside Grip the ground with both feet, hold tight Kiss the pound or the fists will fight Feast or famine, at least the beast is rabid Increase the peace or cease the madness Each is own but you eat the bone The meat alone could bleed a stone Catch a 2 Piece or a Junior Spesh in my element way out my zone Pro rate the program, slap pros Pop em off propane huff boy Space Cadillac Auralac gutter punk class voyeur, Chef Boyar do tha deed for ya Oye loco, bring the Coco Chanel covered in Soco Cattle brand you a logo () And I fly a flag of my creation I got my own nation / I'm in my own nation I'm in my own And we go for broke, no hesitation What we want we take it While they out there waiting We on our own (Dessa) Bang for the buck—venison Clean shot and a little luck, fed again Don't take much Off grid, off crutch Let the wolves eat what the kids won't touch And I sweep my tracks behind me Take only what we earn Better hope they can't find me Learn real quick real witch won't burn (Stef) I been gone I been out there out here grinnin Been fuckin with the lights on I been killing that I'm not livin that bullshit shit for years, bruh We don't even live here, bruh I be leavin with the wind I believe in getting in where the fuck you want Whether you fit or you build, bruh Motherfuck wait Giddyup or give it up or whatever Just gotta fill up the plate More than keep up the pace Gotta kill up the race