My Own

Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Yeah, it is what it is Tell 'em ain't no me Feel me? Vinny Idol, nigga [Verse 1: Styles P] Streets know the aura, Tommy guns, fedoras Watch for the creeps, the peeps on the corner Mommy read Genesis, I cred the Torah Supposed to be righteous but I love the horror Was thrilled by crime I can't believe I let a motherfuckin' dollar bill kill my mind Dull my senses, steal my shine It took a strong will from me to heal my mind Still, I'm blind 'cause still I grind This ain't Astrology but feel my sign Ghost walk his path align, feel his rap align 'Cause I kick shit that make the pastor cry Weed pacify or pass the time Got the soul of a slave with a mastermind Get real ill, make a statue cry 'Cause gettin' real deep, that's a knack of mine But fuck accolades, blow a splif and get kicks off a [?] page Homie, put the MAC away You either live or you die slow Might you burn O's and hide dough from 5-0 I'm John Doe in the Tahoe Glow in the dark how a spark'll leave your mind blown My time's up in your time zone, still on the flow but, my nigga, I'm a ride on Ghost [Chorus: Whispers] I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit Greedy mother fucker on that low shit I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit Grease a eighty-eight, that's that blow shit I be on my own shit [Verse 2: Styles P] This is all from the school of hard knocks From Wyo to Far Rock, I'm the nigga they play on the hard blocks What's the meaning of time when you lookin' at God clock? Speakin' on the patterns in the sky Niggas make rules up and break 'em, but I'm adamant with mine Catalyst for crime, talk shit I'm shatterin' your spine 'Cause I ain't get a ladder for the climb Nah, no ropes, no hikin' shit Had to play Valhalla on some vikin' shit But never snitch gone on the deal Live niggas keep it real, go out on they shield No longer doin' crime but I could pass a line Take a couple points, hit a joint, that is by design Tradition kept, surprised a lotta niggas ain't missin' yet Just 'cause they ain't listen yet I know they deaf but they ain't get the vision yet Who am I to judge? Only robe I wear is from the 'telly on the balcony Blowin' on the bud And I ain't got a ego, I could show a nigga love I got a Desert Eagle that could show a nigga mud Dick in the dirt, floor wet 'cause of the blood To tell the truth, nigga, I rather give you a hug And you just mad 'cause of the plug I know what it is, not what it was [Chorus: Whispers] I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit Greedy mother fucker on that low shit I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit Grease a eighty-eight, that's that blow shit I be on my own shit