Joe Budden – My Own Planet lyrics

Right of the rip, nobody could fuck with me
I'm out of space, mind and body
My soul and so on (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 of 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 fightin' excites me
Leanin' on the moon with a Patron fifth playin' 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 babe
I'm the one on the one way
Head and pretty long legs from the runway
My nigga Notty is a genius
You gonna 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 rap for me
Didn't you? Go on 'head and admit it hater
Cold as ice I'm a living refrigerator
The reason hip-hop's breathin', the defibrillator
I did a bid just for drunk drivin'
It'll never happen again 'cause now I'm drunk flyin'
I'm an innovator
When I say I'm on Venus I don't mean that I'm datin' a 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?
You don't got a fuckin' choice
Elbowed my way into everybody's conversations
With rhymin', timin', and patience
Now I'm in space bitch
I use 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, it's all good)