Own Man

[Produced By Odd Couple]

[Verse 1: Alex Wiley]

Now, if you really tryna see what's good wit me

Come, smoke good wit me shit I tell ya'

Tryin fuck shawty and a friend but I don't think shawty

Friend down to do it wit me, shit, I feel ya

Smoke will kill ya, I smoke the first blunt

And it was hot, real talk, niggas didn't even get high

I'm the kid in school niggas didn't wanna sit by

Now I call the shots, nigga, I don't let shit fly

Bitch, that's honest (that's honest)

If a rapper want beef swear to God he can get it all steak, no plate, Jagger bitch nigga

And then they catch fists, and then they talk shit but don’t say nothin' else You down on the kick

But now you want in

Now, fuck that, nigga, we don't play those games

You hated on me then, we ain't fuckin with you now

You not there for the eat, you don't say no grace

[Pre-Hook]

I think they drownin

I think they drownin

Lord save him

I think they drownin

I think they drownin

Lord save him

The man's a challenge

And clears the pallette

He lean on the chalice

And lost my balance

Finn this nigga (rat pack god?)

You gonna crack that card?

And I ain't gotta trap that hard

[Hook]

I sweared I'd do my thang

And leave my mark all on this game

Then I'm ghost, OOOOoooOOooO

And I swear to God the way

The sun come off, the lake remind me

Of the coast, ohhhhh

Got a head full of mischief

And a car full of hoes

A van full of bitches and a

Heart made of gold

Got a head full of mischief

And a car full of hoes

A van full of bitches and a

Heart made of gold

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]

I've been drinking all this water

Piss ain't never been so clear

I never been so thirsty

I'mma be a martyr, I'mma be a menace

They be showing love for the green nigga

I got the advantage, I been playing tennis

We could take it to the table if you want there

But I don't think you really want it there

Fairer skin get the most airplay

And I don't think you really want it fair

And I been running this whole thing like a turtle

Trust me nigga I don't think you really want it here

Slow grind, been penning these poems since '09

Give a fuck about the pigs

I ain't never really fed into the bovine

Windy city all you flimsy niggas grip a clothesline

Flippin verses just to get a couple dollas

Shit to say we got the worst times

Please don't ever think it's sweeter

Just because a nigga got a fuckin' cosign

That's so blind

It's like they in love with the money

But trust me they trust me

I'm droppin more dimes

[Pre-Hook]

I think they drownin

I think they drownin

Lord save him

I think they drownin

I think they drownin

Lord save him

Cause i can only bring em to the fountain

But niggas so worried about the chalice they’ll turn a molehill to a mothafuckin mountain

Think They Drownin, Lord Save em

[Hook]

I sweared I’d do my thang

And leave my mark all on this game

Then I’m ghost, OOOOoooOOooO

And I swear to God the way

The sun come off, the lake remind me

Of the coast, ohhhhh

Got a head full of mischief

And a car full of hoes

A van full of bitches and a

Heart made of gold

Got a head full of mischief

And a car full of hoes

A van full of bitches and a

Heart made of gold