Jackboy – Own My Masters Lyrics

I done ran up a check, now I’m the one b****** 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 d***, 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**** badder
I got ’em hating that I leveled up
But I’m rich, so no, I do not give a f***
Everywhere that I step, it’s a pistol tucked
Send one of your n***** to get one up

Got the game in a lock and I won’t let up
Got fresh out the box and got rich as f***
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb’ off the lot
Might f*** around and go buy the Bentley truck
Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough
But them n***** 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 a** and ran it up
Had to get off my a** and go get it
Lil’ n**** but I got big digits
[?] beef, I’m with it
You can die ’bout [?]
You can’t say s*** about me, I got a milli’
Whenever I go, my family gon’ get it
Can never trip ’bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it
Can’t be loved, sorry bae, I admit it
Fill up them drugs, so the pain, I don’t feel it
My b**** real bad, I be f****** 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, got a custom [?]
Grown man [?]
Can’t f*** with n*****, no, jack not friendly

I done ran up a check, now I’m the one b****** 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 d***, 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**** badder
I got ’em hating that I leveled up
But I’m rich, so no, I do not give a f***
Everywhere that I step, it’s a pistol tucked
Send one of your n***** to get one up