my own

Singer: travis, chris

ay

i spark up like the lights

ay

i go so through the night

ay

you niggas not in sight

ay

we war off but we fight

bitch my style not nice and id rather you not like me

blinded

i'm coming through

i'm thugging shit in my nikes

do the right thing bitch i'm living like i'm spike lee

waterboyz forever we be water like we bruce lee

hold up

where the money

if it's none exclude me

bitch i'm in new york

i need a tight one not no lucy

remove me

you can't do me or you can't see me

you moving like i'm moving

but you hate me

inspire you

no desire to but you neglect it

my harmonies and my melodies sent from heaven

no flexing

watch me pull if i'm my protection

no question

if i fuck with you

you respect it

no stressing

smoking woods till my mind ejected

a blessing

what i am

i'm really getting blessed and. ay

i smoke my own dope

ay

i fuck my own hoes

and i make my own money and i make my own clothes

see i'm cooling

yeah you know

like i'm sledding in the snow

see that bitch she all on go and she already know

yeah we get it left and right

see it all day and night

in the morning got a flight

imma probably miss that flight

i'm in her mouth just like some ice

she ride it

motorbike

then fall beside me say goodnight

i know she sleeping right