Alex Wiley - Own Man lyrics

rate me

Feat. Mick Jenkins

(Verse - Alex Wiley)

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

Come smoke up wit me, shit I'll tell you

Tryna fuck shorty and her friend

But I don't think shorty's friend will have it through with me

Shit I feel you

I smoke that kill ya

I smoke the first blunt and niggas pop, real talk,

and niggas ain't even get high

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

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

and bitch that's honest (that's honest)

And if a rapper want beef, swear to God he can get it,

All steak, no plate

???? ass nigga

And then they catch fists

And then they talk shit but don't say no names

You were hating on the kid, but now you want in

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

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

You ain't never finna eat, don't say no grace

(Pre-Hook)

I think they drownin'

I think they drownin'

Lord save 'em

I think they drownin'

I think they drownin'

Lord save 'em

The man's a challenge

And cleansed the palette

Sipped lean outta chalice

And lost my balance

Feel this nigga rap like us

So I ain't gotta crack that card

And I ain't gotta trap that hard

(Hook)

Swear to do my thang

And leave my mark all on this game

And then I'm ghost, ohhh

And I swear to God the way the sun come off the lake

Remind me of the coast, ohhh

Got a head full of mischief

And a car full of hoes

A bed full of bitches and a

Heart made of gold

The head full of mischief

And a car full of hoes

A bed full of bitches and a

Heart made of gold

(Verse - 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 it 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 filthy niggas grip a clothesline

Flippin' verses just to get a couple dollars

Shit to save me at the worst times

Please don't ever think it's sweeter

Just because a nigga got a fuckin' co-sign

That's so blind, it's like they're in love with the money

But it's just me and trust me I'm droppin more dimes

I think they drownin'

I think they drownin'

Lord save 'em

I think they drownin'

I think they drownin'

Lord save 'em

Cause I can only bring 'em to the fountain

But niggas so worried 'bout the chalice

They'll turn a molehill to a motherfuckin' mountain

I think they drownin', Lord save 'em

(Hook)

Swear to do my thang

And leave my mark all on this game

And then I'm ghost, ohhh

And I swear to God the way the sun come off the lake

Remind me of the coast, ohhh

Got a head full of mischief

And a car full of hoes

A bed full of bitches and a

Heart made of gold

The head full of mischief

And a car full of hoes

A bed full of bitches and a

Heart made of gold

Swear to do my thang

And leave my mark all on this game

And then I'm ghost, ohhh

And I swear to God the way the sun come off the lake

Remind me of the coast, ohhh

Thanks to LA for correcting these lyrics