text: You say that you got your own shit
  But you got no whip
  You say that you got your own shit
  But you got no crib
  You say that you got your own shit
  But you got no chick
  Dont say that you got your own shit
  When you got no ends, bitch
  12 noon and I just woke 
  In bed alone still fucked from the night before 
  I look around, where my bitch go? 
  Then I remembered wrappin tight rope around her throat
  Im the mage and I wake when your eyes close 
  Hair long, face tatted, Im a lost soul 
  Fuck cliques, Ima solo 
  You dont got a whip so you ride a dick to your show
  
  I dont owe a thing to a muhfucka talkin your shit I dont really give a damn where you been you aint never gonna be a motherfucka that I really wanna be a matter fact I never wanna be another mothafucka but me
  Keep on pretendin that you are the prophet but one day you will be alone
  Left in your misery nailed to the front of a crucifix of stone
  A loyal bitch is hard to find, like a Ghostemane tee
  Yeah they rare but mane just keep your fuckin head up like a king
  Most of all dont ever trust a man or bitch that got no brain
  Bitch I stay well read and elevated way up in the plane
  You say that you got your own shit
  But you got no whip
  You say that you got your own shit
  But you got no crib
  You say that you got your own shit
  But you got no chick
  Dont say that you got your own shit
  When you got no ends