Own My Masters

Jackboy

I done ran up a check, now I'm the one b***hes chase after

All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters

I got that bread and stacked it up

It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff

I got her head and fell in love

She eat up that ****, ain't no letting up

This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster

I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new ***h badder

I got 'em hating that I leveled up

But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a ****

Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked

Send one of your n***as to get wet up

Got the game in a lock and I won't let up

Got fresh out the box and got rich as ****

Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot

Might **** around and go buy the Bentley truck

Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough

But them n***as still hate how I live it up

I was posted in the cut, we ain't on it letting up

'Til I got off my ass and ran it up

Had to get off my ass and go get it

Lil' n***a, but I got big digits

If it come down to beef, I'm with it

You can die 'bout a tweet, boy, you silly

You can't say shit about me, I got a milli'

Whenever I go, my family gon' get it

Can never trip 'bout a hoe, soon I hit it, I quit it

Can't be love, sorry bae, I admit it

Fill up them drugs, so the pain, I don't feel it

My b***h real bad, I be ****ing on a menace

She give me head while I drive, I can wreck, this ain't rented

And I got some my windows five-percent tinted

Screaming free Yak, pouring shots of the Henny

All these free bands, gotta custom the Benzy

Grown man gossip, 'bout to kill a n***a runnin'

Can't **** with n***as, no, Jack not friendly

I done ran up a check, now I'm the one b***hes chase after

All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters

I got that bread and stacked it up

It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff

I got her head and fell in love

She eat up that ****, ain't no letting up

This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster

I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new b***h badder

I got 'em hating that I leveled up

But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a ****

Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked

Send one of your n***orbes list rich (Yeah)

All from a basement in Georgia East (True)

Real one, you don't gotta force the shit

Got a Florida chick, and of course she is (What?)

Haitian, we takin' the Porsche for a spin (Vroom, vroom)

Blast off, head got me orbitin' (Yeah)

Rewards gonna keep pourin' in (Yeah)

These rappers hardly go (Yikes)

I feed my dreams and I starve these hoes (I do)

I ain't sorry, though (Yeah)

These rappers hardly go (True)

I feed my dreams and I starve these hoes

I ain't sorry, though (**** 'em)

Workers hatin' on a boss, I don't **** with y'all either

Say it's lonely at the top, went and bought a two-seater

I might say what Prince told Nas

I ain't tryna do features if you don't own your masters (Hahaha)

I done ran up a check (Yeah), now I'm the one b***hes chase after

All these chains on my neck, I'm not a slave, I own my masters

I got that bread and stacked it up

It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff

I got her head and fell in love

She eat up that ****, ain't no letting up

This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster

I could flex on my ex, it ain't hard to see my new b***h badder

I got 'em hating that I leveled up

But I'm rich, so no, I do not give a ****

Everywhere that I step, it's a pistol tucked

Send one of your n***as to get one up

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