Mick Jenkins - Own Man lyrics

[Produced By Odd Couple] [Verse 1: Alex Wiley] Now, if you really tryna see what's good wit me Come, smoke good wit me sh** I tell ya' Tryin f** shawty and a friend but I don't think shawty Friend down to do it wit me, sh**, I feel ya Smoke will k** ya, I smoke the first blunt And it was hot, real talk, n***as didn't even get high I'm the kid in school n***as didn't wanna sit by Now I call the shots, n***a, I don't let sh** fly b**h, that's honest (that's honest) If a rapper want beef swear to God he can get it off I state no play, Jagger a** n***a And then it catch fetish, and then they talk sh** But don't say no names You down on the kick But now you want in Now, f** that, n***a, we don't play those games You hated on me then, we ain't f**in with you now You not there for the eat, you don't say no grace [Pre-Hook] I think they drownin I think they drownin Lord save him I think they drownin I think they drownin Lord save him The man's a challenge And clears the pallette He lean on the chalice And lost my balance Finn this n***a (rat pack god?) You gonna crack that card? And I ain't gotta trap that hard [Hook] I sweared I'd do my thang And leave my mark all on this game Then I'm ghost, OOOOoooOOooO And I swear to God the way The sun come off, the lake remind me Of the coast, ohhhhh Got a head full of mischief And a car full of hoes A van full of b**hes and a Heart made of gold Got a head full of mischief And a car full of hoes A van full of b**hes and a Heart made of gold [Verse 2: 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 n***a I got the advantage, I been playing tennis We could take it to the table if you want 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 n***a I don't think you really want it here Slow grind, been penning these poems since '09 Give a f** about the pigs I ain't never really fed into the bovine Windy city all you flimsy n***as grip a clothesline Flippin verses just to get a couple dollas sh** to say we got the worst times Please don't ever think it's sweeter Just because a n***a got a f**in' cosign That's so blind It's like they in love with the money But trust me they trust me I'm droppin more dimes