My Own (original piece)

(Try it to Old Town Road - Lil Nas X)

It’s 3AM and the power goes out,
I’m all good but my dough is not.

$5k for a new fridge right this moment
or $10k of chocolate will soon go molten.

Ain’t got the cashflow to make the call.
So really I rob from Peter to pay Paul.

I know what they’re thinking, “You got owned.”
But what the fuck, it’s still my own.
So I dust off, lace up and face the dawn.

And even when the lines go out the door,
sometimes it’s just me working the whole floor.

Minimum wage is all I can afford.
Each day is a gift if they show up at all.

Thank God I’ve got Mom, Dad and cousin Bob.
They’ll cover a shift or do any shit job.

 I see it in their eyes, “Wow, you got owned.”
But what the fuck, it’s still my own.
So I swallow my pride and face the dawn.

While you netflix and chill on Friday night,
I’m on QuickBooks making numbers right.

Brunch on Saturday? Tartine in the mission?
That’s cool. Ferry building is where I’ll be hustlin’.

Come Sunday is rest day for most of y’all
Well, it’s my prep day for Monday that’s all

Now they whisper, “Damn, he got owned.”
I still don’t give because it’s my own.
So I wake up, clean up and face the dawn.

There ain’t no FOMO when you making your own.
Fact JOMO is what drives you when you wanna be known.

How much I making? Look, I ain’t no fool.
I’d be making three times more as a W2.

But serving my community in the way I know how
is the only currency I really care about now

So go ahead, tell me to my face that I’m owned.
Hell yeah, you’re right. Because this is my own.