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Ownership (feat. Brogawd) Video (MV)




Performed By: Thirdeye 3j
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Bro Gawd, Joseph Foster III




Thirdeye 3j - Ownership (feat. Brogawd) Lyrics




Im racin tachacardiac
Dont go where all the parties at
Sip bourbon where the mall be at
It aint money dont call me Scrap
Reinvent shotcaller rap raised Where all the lawless at
F*ck wit me end up fallin back
I shoulda told that i snap my Raps tight like a shoulder strap Smoke walk and talk like The Coldest cat, i was born in the Roc where they froze the pack You the hottest in the City Where they told you that man Ya fans sellin lies like they sold You crack

You can sing wit all the tune But its soul you lack
Since ya all so militant get ya Solidiers slapped
But back to the basics involved
I am the boss so i cant take a Loss
Every loss that i take theres a Line that i draw
I gauge my mistakes then i saw That shit off
Yall better call this shit off
If i step on the field i cant help But to ball
The bar set too high you cant Help but to fall
Aint no lies wit my guys bitch My circle too small
Mindseye Enterprises bitch we Coming for the money
Commandment 1 through 10 You dont got bars you dont got Nothin
Niggas niggas fallin like the Leaves
Tis the season for the frontin Yall immulatin rappers that Aint never stand for somethin

Im high up know im tokin shit Got fried before i wrote this shit
Im just preaching ownership
You prolly wont notice it
Knock goals down like they Owe me shit
Its always f*ck the police bitch Mask on like the goalie bitch Godflow nigga holy shit

I used To Borrow Bars
Then I Would Rent them zips Now I own my catalog dawg Business legit
Traplords Respect me if needed I'll lease a quarter brick I'm Trynna Own before I'm On
Take some Foreign trips
Passport shorty the Roc Robert Horry ion listen to too much Rap y'all hooks N verses be Corny
My niggas got real stock plans Me an jazz Out west conference
Doing press breaks Malone and StocckToonn
How it's yours if you ain't drop Bands
My third eye been touching Shit
It's a reason I got a hot Hand
My shit a 10 Across da board Nigga Them instant grams
Ay put some money in his Career if that's really yo mans
What I'm standing on old sand Strong
Hol up pussy Tampon

Don't get da game wrong you Drop dimes gettin ya dame On
Da way y'all moving get Brothas sat down Like when da Game On
But all you know it all's Continue to sing Same Song
Im high up know im tokin shit Got fried before i wrote this Shit
Im just preaching ownership
You prolly wont notice it
Knock goals down like they Owe me shit
Its always f*ck the police bitch Mask on like the goalie bitch Godflow nigga holy shit
Im high up know im tokin shit Got fried before i wrote this Shit
Im just preaching ownership
You prolly wont notice it
Knock goals down like they Owe me shit
Its always f*ck the police bitch
Mask on like the goalie bitch, Godflow nigga holy shit
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Im racin tachacardiac
Dont go where all the parties at
Sip bourbon where the mall be at
It aint money dont call me Scrap
Reinvent shotcaller rap raised Where all the lawless at
F*ck wit me end up fallin back
I shoulda told that i snap my Raps tight like a shoulder strap Smoke walk and talk like The Coldest cat, i was born in the Roc where they froze the pack You the hottest in the City Where they told you that man Ya fans sellin lies like they sold You crack

You can sing wit all the tune But its soul you lack
Since ya all so militant get ya Solidiers slapped
But back to the basics involved
I am the boss so i cant take a Loss
Every loss that i take theres a Line that i draw
I gauge my mistakes then i saw That shit off
Yall better call this shit off
If i step on the field i cant help But to ball
The bar set too high you cant Help but to fall
Aint no lies wit my guys bitch My circle too small
Mindseye Enterprises bitch we Coming for the money
Commandment 1 through 10 You dont got bars you dont got Nothin
Niggas niggas fallin like the Leaves
Tis the season for the frontin Yall immulatin rappers that Aint never stand for somethin

Im high up know im tokin shit Got fried before i wrote this shit
Im just preaching ownership
You prolly wont notice it
Knock goals down like they Owe me shit
Its always f*ck the police bitch Mask on like the goalie bitch Godflow nigga holy shit

I used To Borrow Bars
Then I Would Rent them zips Now I own my catalog dawg Business legit
Traplords Respect me if needed I'll lease a quarter brick I'm Trynna Own before I'm On
Take some Foreign trips
Passport shorty the Roc Robert Horry ion listen to too much Rap y'all hooks N verses be Corny
My niggas got real stock plans Me an jazz Out west conference
Doing press breaks Malone and StocckToonn
How it's yours if you ain't drop Bands
My third eye been touching Shit
It's a reason I got a hot Hand
My shit a 10 Across da board Nigga Them instant grams
Ay put some money in his Career if that's really yo mans
What I'm standing on old sand Strong
Hol up pussy Tampon

Don't get da game wrong you Drop dimes gettin ya dame On
Da way y'all moving get Brothas sat down Like when da Game On
But all you know it all's Continue to sing Same Song
Im high up know im tokin shit Got fried before i wrote this Shit
Im just preaching ownership
You prolly wont notice it
Knock goals down like they Owe me shit
Its always f*ck the police bitch Mask on like the goalie bitch Godflow nigga holy shit
Im high up know im tokin shit Got fried before i wrote this Shit
Im just preaching ownership
You prolly wont notice it
Knock goals down like they Owe me shit
Its always f*ck the police bitch
Mask on like the goalie bitch, Godflow nigga holy shit
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Writer: Bro Gawd, Joseph Foster III
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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