My Own Nation

[Verse 1: Sims]

Uh

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 tail-spinning

Believe that when I leave, I'mma leave grinning

Gritty city, different singing

Like a spinning prop, stop

(Head back to the beginning)

Those Airwalks were no paradox

Pushed my Powell past the Band Box

Told my mama 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

Didn't get away clean, took a couple shots

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'mma shine 'til death unplug it

I'mma hang my letters in the sky

[Verse 2: Mike Mictlan]

It's the guilt of the gold teeth, king shit

Lord of the Fly, E.X.U

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 his own, 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 the deed for ya

Oye, loco

Bring the Coco

Chanel covered in Soco

Cattle brand you a logo

[Hook]

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

[Verse 3: 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

[Verse 4: POS]

I've been gone

I've been out there, out here, grinning

Been fucking with the light on

I've been killing that

"I’m not living that bullshit" shit for years, bro

We don’t even live here, bro

I'll be leaving with the wind

I believe in getting in where the fuck you want

Whether you fit or you build, bro

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, go

[Hook]

[Hook 2]

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

I got my own nation

We on our own