[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah, it is what it is
Tell 'em ain't no me
Feel me?
Vinny Idol, n***a

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Streets know the aura, Tommy guns, fedoras
Watch for the creeps, the peeps on the corner
Mommy read Genesis, I cred the Torah
Supposed to be righteous but I love the horror
Was thrilled by crime
I can't believe I let a motherfuckin' dollar bill kill my mind
Dull my senses, steal my shine
It took a strong will from me to heal my mind
Still, I'm blind 'cause still I grind
This ain't Astrology but feel my sign
Ghost walk his path align, feel his rap align
'Cause I kick shit that make the pastor cry
Weed pacify or pass the time
Got the soul of a slave with a mastermind
Get real ill, make a statue cry
'Cause gettin' real deep, that's a knack of mine
But fuck accolades, blow a splif and get kicks off a [?] page
Homie, put the MAC away
You either live or you die slow
Might you burn O's and hide dough from 5-0
I'm John Doe in the Tahoe
Glow in the dark how a spark'll leave your mind blown
My time's up in your time zone, still on the flow but, my n***a, I'm a ride on
Ghost
[Chorus: Whispers]
I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit
Greedy mother fucker on that low shit
I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit
Grease a eighty-eight, that's that blow shit
I be on my own shit

[Verse 2: Styles P]
This is all from the school of hard knocks
From Wyo to Far Rock, I'm the n***a they play on the hard blocks
What's the meaning of time when you lookin' at God clock?
Speakin' on the patterns in the sky
N***as make rules up and break 'em, but I'm adamant with mine
Catalyst for crime, talk shit I'm shatterin' your spine
'Cause I ain't get a ladder for the climb
Nah, no ropes, no hikin' shit
Had to play Valhalla on some vikin' shit
But never snitch gone on the deal
Live n***as keep it real, go out on they shield
No longer doin' crime but I could pass a line
Take a couple points, hit a joint, that is by design
Tradition kept, surprised a lotta n***as ain't missin' yet
Just 'cause they ain't listen yet
I know they deaf but they ain't get the vision yet
Who am I to judge?
Only robe I wear is from the 'telly on the balcony
Blowin' on the bud
And I ain't got a ego, I could show a n***a love
I got a Desert Eagle that could show a n***a mud
Dick in the dirt, floor wet 'cause of the blood
To tell the truth, n***a, I rather give you a hug
And you just mad 'cause of the plug
I know what it is, not what it was
[Chorus: Whispers]
I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit
Greedy mother fucker on that low shit
I be on my own shit, all about that dough shit
Grease a eighty-eight, that's that blow shit
I be on my own shit