My Own Planet (feat. Big Sean & Mr. Porter) - Royce 5'9

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