Songtext My own von Chase N. Cashe

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2013

My own

(Intro)
There’s too many niggas soundin like other niggas
That shit is corny
I don’t sound like nobody nigga, I sound like me
And that’s how it should be
All you other niggas listening to niggas all night long
Studying niggas’ flows, stealing niggas’ flows
Get your bars up nigga, play and work
That’s what I do, look uh

(Verse)
Hah look, make somebody like me
Ain’t nobody
They say they don’t like me, haters probably
Who that wanna spike me? Name somebody
White or not come down when he aim at bodies, aim at bodies
Steady catch me leaving these niggas shook
Word to Chris Cash, we leaving these niggas took
Taking over the game so please don’t take it for granted
Keep the hatred to a low or get left laying where you standing
Look, too many copycat acts I’m hearing
Quote me when I say ain’t nobody raps I’m fearing
Better yet, ain’t too many niggas’ raps I’m feeling
It’s for a swag man, there’s way too many cats that sellin
That’s why I keep my dogs with me, they fresh out the pound
And I’m first up to bat, and I’m fresh off the mount
And throwing change-ups, it’s time to swift the game up
It’s the bottom of the 9th, I gotta see my name up in lights

(Hook)
I got my own style, own sound, own flows
I got my own money, own clique, own hoes
And we on Henny, on vodka, on rose
I’m on my own shit, man you already know
I got my own style, own sound, own flows
I got my own money, own clique, own hoes
And we on Henny, on vodka, on rose
I got my own shit, man you already know

(Verse)
Real talk, when I’m breaking down the kush it’s like I bought a flight
Cause every day I get high, I’m searching for more to life
And all I’m finding is money and I see more in sight
Only keep family around me because we more alike
See I was raised in the same city, Soulja was slain
Well your chances of living are slim every day
And a killa is a killa dog in every way
You know it’s real niggas bout that in every state
I’m on the watch cause these niggas tryna slump me, dump me
They got me on the fence like Humpty, don’t trust these
Hoes that see me shinin so they lust me, they’ll fuck me
I hit it and she left, unlucky
Control my own fate, do it all my own way
So I could give a fuck what another gonna say
I make that trill shit real niggas gon play
And before I leave earth I’m tryna get my own day
Why?

(Hook)
I got my own style, own sound, own flows
I got my own money, own clique, own hoes
And we on Henny, on vodka, on rose
I’m on my own shit, man you already know
I got my own style, own sound, own flows
I got my own money, own clique, own hoes
And we on Henny, on vodka, on rose
I got my own shit, man you already know

(Outro)
Like I said
I don’t sound like nobody
You shouldn’t either
Do your own thang
Make your own way
On surplus, make some cash
(Chase N. Cashe)
Crownberries in the building
Rolex time (cha ching)
You know that’s mine (cha ching)
(Do your own thing)
(you niggas ain’t slick)
NO to LA
(it don’t matter who you think you are, be yourself)
(get money)

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(Verse)
Hah look, make somebody like me
Ain’t nobody
They say they don’t like me, haters probably
Who that wanna spike me? Name somebody
White or not come down when he aim at bodies, aim at bodies
Steady catch me leaving these niggas shook
Word to Chris Cash, we leaving these niggas took
Taking over the game so please don’t take it for granted
Keep the hatred to a low or get left laying where you standing
Look, too many copycat acts I’m hearing
Quote me when I say ain’t nobody raps I’m fearing
Better yet, ain’t too many niggas’ raps I’m feeling
It’s for a swag man, there’s way too many cats that sellin
That’s why I keep my dogs with me, they fresh out the pound
And I’m first up to bat, and I’m fresh off the mount
And throwing change-ups, it’s time to swift the game up
It’s the bottom of the 9th, I gotta see my name up in lights

(Hook)
I got my own style, own sound, own flows
I got my own money, own clique, own hoes
And we on Henny, on vodka, on rose
I’m on my own shit, man you already know
I got my own style, own sound, own flows
I got my own money, own clique, own hoes
And we on Henny, on vodka, on rose
I got my own shit, man you already know

(Verse)
Real talk, when I’m breaking down the kush it’s like I bought a flight
Cause every day I get high, I’m searching for more to life
And all I’m finding is money and I see more in sight
Only keep family around me because we more alike
See I was raised in the same city, Soulja was slain
Well your chances of living are slim every day
And a killa is a killa dog in every way
You know it’s real niggas bout that in every state
I’m on the watch cause these niggas tryna slump me, dump me
They got me on the fence like Humpty, don’t trust these
Hoes that see me shinin so they lust me, they’ll fuck me
I hit it and she left, unlucky
Control my own fate, do it all my own way
So I could give a fuck what another gonna say
I make that trill shit real niggas gon play
And before I leave earth I’m tryna get my own day
Why?

(Outro)
Like I said
I don’t sound like nobody
You shouldn’t either
Do your own thang
Make your own way
On surplus, make some cash
(Chase N. Cashe)
Crownberries in the building
Rolex time (cha ching)
You know that’s mine (cha ching)
(Do your own thing)
(you niggas ain’t slick)
NO to LA
(it don’t matter who you think you are, be yourself)
(get money)