Own This

(It's 7 on the upside of 8)

(And we're still in the motion)

(Right here with the black experience and 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 Ride)

(On the junior side, that's right)

(If I don't get ya, my son will)

Let's do wild head in the building right now

I got my afro fixed up in my hair right now

I think I'm Huey in this bitch

All to the beat though, 1,2,1, threw like I didn't wanna hear 3 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 my sino

Might see a **** on Vevo, might hear the G flow, uh

Rinse FM getting reloads

Rock for the C-notes, speak like a keynote, know I got queens on the East coast

Freaks in the West, freak come dress, talk dirty but I always rock clean clothes

Living off rap, whole team giving me dab like I just shot a free throw

So much cash in my crib like I like in B-mo

Got a young **** going beast mode

Old school like Game Genie, win it with a ship but I didn't use a cheat code

Cheap ass running for the repo man, damn, just got his G towed

All those comments, delete those, don't give a fuck what you seen, bro

Don't give a fuck what you tweet, bro

Not really rushing to see it, I got stuff to complete so

Hold up, got so much dough on fold up

Hit it with my team, no one control us

No one can hold us and mold us and scold us

Shine like we codeine and 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 **** know my nickname like Birdman knows Rich Gang

I'm making the funk like Rick James

You faking the funk like Chris Gains

Big and black like Ving Rhames, Olympic state like Tim Reigns

MJ got six rings, rock Fenchies, ain't shit changed

Give a fuck what your list say, I be the shit in this game

I spit flames, I bend strains, got sick range

I sing rap and I make stains, let me explain

Young **** working, got shit to gain

No bigger purpose, just switch the frame

Might flip the game tryna get the fame

But 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 Kim Koba

I'm a king cobra, arch my back, got big shoulders

I 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

Emancipate

And damn they hate it

'Cause 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