360 - Own Thing (Remix) feat. Jadakiss & Freddie Gibbs lyrics

rate me

Help me dip my mind, damn, damn

Rules break em, moves, make em

Original and get em then the remix gonn shake em

I get a trill when they tell me something that I can’t do

Conquered every single challenge, here’s a few examples

Like I did my own videos, followed my own regiment

To think about it, I did my own artist development

Labels wanna sign me, come connect with the contract

Tryian thunmb me off, tell em show the car facts

New york nigga, from queens, doing the same

But I hit bitches from la on my california king

You can own her, I just use her like a loaner

Then she blew me like she was chan from oklahoma

I made her drop it low then pick it up like the takoma

Her man bang crip but he gonn need a blood donor, whoa!

We those niggas who don’t approach

Put it down dawg, you move shakers, you freddie roach

Billionaire glow, like the loaners came do

My network like urkle, she do her own thang too

[Hook]

We don’t play by the rules, we do our own thang, thang, than

And when we get in the zone, we just doing things, things,

Oh yeah, you know I rock, and I’m gonn do my thang, my thang, my thang

We call this up a link, that’s young niggas bring

Me I always led my example, that lil bundle with dope niggas

Are still waiting for me to stamp you

Ain’t worth clapping, I just beat him with the handle

All y’all pussy, I ain’t worry bout what your man do

I do what I want, and something new every Monday

Shit I don’t even need, I just do it to stunt

Cartel contacts, niggas respond that

You can recoop quick off a brick than a contract

Rules ain’t something I play by,

Always been a g, so the code I stay by

Guard your secrets, never pillow talk or sneak this

Make sure your rims is deep dish

Try to lay off the red meat and eat fish

Introduce you to jader, might let you miss kiss

Keep that chrome thing, one in your done thing

And I don’t need no help cause I do my own thing, motherfucker!

[Hook]

Part time rapping and full time rob

Ain’t no space in the trunk my caddie stay throbbing

Ain’t gonna let this police fuck up my night

Went through the light to change the sprite

The purple soda with ice,

Like it’s a magic trick, hocus pocus smoking the dopest

With a cali bitch

Syrup and pineapple finer, it keep me cool

But I won’t hesitate to twerk out them hammers

When they eat 7’s and 2 11’s, I’m putting work on the scanners

A fool, gangster ...i be bang for radio

Won’t suck a nigga dick to take as shots like ravy though

Rap a nigga trash open his..inflatable

It used to say use tampon, fuck with inflatable friends

The heavy box chevy ox blood red

Thugs to the streets knock off my head or I get knocked by the feds

And they listenin so I know they comin

But until then I make my mama catch it break it down

Something bitch I do my own thang!

[Hook].