Royce da 5'9", Joe Budden, Denaun - My Own Planet lyrics
[Royce da 5'9", Joe Budden, Denaun - My Own Planet lyrics]
Right off the rip, nobody could fuck with me
I’m out of space, mind and body
My soul and so on
Mami I’m fly is an understatement
Come to greatness
I’m on my own planet, I’ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back
For doing good i don’t need nobody else
I’m gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but
Stick to the facts, it’s all good
Right off the rip, nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA spacecraft to sight me
If you don’t like me, bite me
I could give a fuck, less fighting excites me
Leaning on the moon with a patron fifth
Playing my own shit, and I sound terrific
I’m not cocky, I’m beyond that
It’s time to start another hobby
I’m beyond rap
Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray
I’m hot, I sunbathe on the sun, bae
I’m the one on the one way
Hands and pretty long legs from the runway
My nigga Nauny is a genius
You gon' need a ladder just
To climb on my penis
Got two words for the rap game, fuck y'all
I’m on my own planet, I’ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back
For doing good i don’t need nobody else
I’m gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but
Stick to the facts, it’s all good
Right off the rip
You thought it was a wrap for me
Didn’t you? Go ahead and admit it hater
Cold as ice, I’m a living refrigerator
The reason hip hop’s
Breathing the defibrillator
I did a bid just for drunk driving
It’ll never happen again 'cause
Now I’m drunk flying
I’m an innovator, when I say I’m on Venus
I don’t mean that I’m
Dating the tennis player
I’m on Saturn where you don’t matter
Alone, I’m past the zone
Where your phone scatters
Hello? Can you hear me now?
You don’t got a fucking choice
I elbowed my way
Into everybody’s conversations
With rhyming, timing and patience
Now I’m in space, bitch
I used to have to be on
Some "watch what I say" shit
But now you gotta take it
I’m on my own planet, I’ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back
For doing good i don’t need nobody else
I’m gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but
Stick to the facts, it’s all good
They say a closed mouth don’t get fed
I say a closed mouth don’t give head
On the flip side
Know a closed fist don’t get bread
And if you swing it then you gon’ get lead
Boy I put ‘em in a panic, got ‘em all frantic
Overlook my antics
You’ll see that I’m a throwback
Hip hop Stan Smith, but it lessen my love
'Cause the so-called rulers ain't
Quite measuring up
Now let me give the chicks a message
Bitter exes'll tell you that
The dick is precious
Three words, get over it
And if you speak mine
Mention I could trip over it
Low key like my name too big for the bill
Betty White style, get it in, still
Plus I’m on the high you
Can’t fit in the pill
But I try anyway, we gon’ die anyway
Ya heard
I’m on my own planet, I’ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back
For doing good i don’t need nobody else
I’m gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but
Stick to the facts, it’s all good
I’m out of space, mind and body
My soul and so on
Mami I’m fly is an understatement
Come to greatness
I’m on my own planet, I’ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back
For doing good i don’t need nobody else
I’m gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but
Stick to the facts, it’s all good
Right off the rip, nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA spacecraft to sight me
If you don’t like me, bite me
I could give a fuck, less fighting excites me
Leaning on the moon with a patron fifth
Playing my own shit, and I sound terrific
I’m not cocky, I’m beyond that
It’s time to start another hobby
I’m beyond rap
Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray
I’m hot, I sunbathe on the sun, bae
I’m the one on the one way
Hands and pretty long legs from the runway
My nigga Nauny is a genius
You gon' need a ladder just
To climb on my penis
Got two words for the rap game, fuck y'all
I’m on my own planet, I’ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back
For doing good i don’t need nobody else
I’m gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but
Stick to the facts, it’s all good
Right off the rip
You thought it was a wrap for me
Didn’t you? Go ahead and admit it hater
Cold as ice, I’m a living refrigerator
The reason hip hop’s
Breathing the defibrillator
I did a bid just for drunk driving
It’ll never happen again 'cause
Now I’m drunk flying
I’m an innovator, when I say I’m on Venus
I don’t mean that I’m
Dating the tennis player
I’m on Saturn where you don’t matter
Alone, I’m past the zone
Where your phone scatters
Hello? Can you hear me now?
You don’t got a fucking choice
I elbowed my way
Into everybody’s conversations
With rhyming, timing and patience
Now I’m in space, bitch
I used to have to be on
Some "watch what I say" shit
But now you gotta take it
I’m on my own planet, I’ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back
For doing good i don’t need nobody else
I’m gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but
Stick to the facts, it’s all good
They say a closed mouth don’t get fed
I say a closed mouth don’t give head
On the flip side
Know a closed fist don’t get bread
And if you swing it then you gon’ get lead
Boy I put ‘em in a panic, got ‘em all frantic
Overlook my antics
You’ll see that I’m a throwback
Hip hop Stan Smith, but it lessen my love
'Cause the so-called rulers ain't
Quite measuring up
Now let me give the chicks a message
Bitter exes'll tell you that
The dick is precious
Three words, get over it
And if you speak mine
Mention I could trip over it
Low key like my name too big for the bill
Betty White style, get it in, still
Plus I’m on the high you
Can’t fit in the pill
But I try anyway, we gon’ die anyway
Ya heard
I’m on my own planet, I’ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back
For doing good i don’t need nobody else
I’m gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but
Stick to the facts, it’s all good