Cadence Weapon – Own This lyrics

It's 7 on the upside of 8 and we're still in the motion
Right here with the Black Experience In Sound
And let it be known right now, E-Town
Rhe first lady in my life brought forth the magic and the continuation of T.E.D.D.Y.
On the junior side. That's right
If I don't get ya, my son will

It's Duke Wildhead in the building right now
I got my afro pick stuck in my hair right now
I think I'm Huey in this bitch

Yeah, all to the beat, though
One, two, run through
Like I didn't wanna hear three go
All for my people working in the back
Waiting for the bus at the depot
Sipping on vino, pinot grigio
Staying low-key, that's how we roll
Tougher than Deebo on the block
Hotter than beach, Puerto Rico
One life to live like C-Bo
Wanna stay dipped in Moschino
Might see a nigga on Vevo
Might hear the G flow on
Rinse FM, getting reloads
Rock for the c-notes
Speak like a keynote
Know I got queens in the east coast
Freaks in the west, freakum dress
Talk dirty, but I always rock clean clothes
Living off rap
Whole team giving me dap
Like I just shot a free throw
So much cash in my crib like I live in BMO
Got a young nigga going beast mode
Old-school like Game Genie
Winning with this shit but I didn't use a cheat code
Cheap ass, running for the repo
Man, damn, just got your Jeep towed
All those comments, delete those
Don't give a fuck what you see, bro
Don't give a fuck what you tweet, bro
Not really rushing to see
I got stuff to complete, so hold up
Got so much dough, it won't fold up
Did it with my team, no one control us
No one can hold us or mold us or scold us
Shine like we’re coated in gold dust, you know what?

Yeah, I own this
And like always, you know I'm on my own shit
Got my own team and we write our own hits
Need my own AP on my own wrist
Tryna raise my salary, get my family what they need
No time to sleep, I ain't out here counting sheep
Money coming slow, gotta bring it up to speed
I'ma be my own man, won't let nobody own me

Y'all niggas know my nickname
Like Birdman knows Rich Gang
I'm making the funk like Rick James
You're fakin' the funk like Chris Gaines
Big and black like Ving Rhames
In Olympic Stade like Tim Raines
Like MJ, got six rings
Rock thin chains, ain’t shit changed
Give a fuck what your list say
I be the shit in this game
I spit flames, I been strange
Got sick range
I sing, rap and I mix things, let me explain
Young nigga workin', got shit to gain
No bigger purpose, just switch the frame
I flip the game tryna get the fame

I'm with this dame on Biscayne
On a layover, won't stay sober
It ain't snowing, laying low
Better lay lower, it ain't over
Put you on ice like Kem CoBa
I'm a king cobra
Arch my back, got big shoulders
I'll give you something to flip over
I'm a real soldier

Yeah, I own this
And like always, you know I'm on my own shit
Got my own team and we write our own hits
Need my own AP on my own wrist
Tryna raise my salary, get my family what they need
No time to sleep, I ain't out here counting sheep
Money coming slow, gotta bring it up to speed
I'ma be my own man, won't let nobody own me

Tryna raise my salary, get my family what they need
No time to sleep, I ain't out here counting sheep
Money coming slow, gotta bring it up to speed
I'ma be my own man, won't let nobody own me

Emancipated
And damn, they hate it

I got here all on my own feet
I won’t let nobody own me
I got here all on my own feet
I won’t let nobody own me