My Own Planet (Remix)

[Intro] Dear Hip Hop I thought Hip-Hop was supposed to be a means of poetically expressing yourself But it seems these days you'd say anything to get your CD's off the shelf Hard times I am still compelled to move But I swear to you it's that old school groove that's playing above the lyrics Because if the music wasn't there, I definitely wouldn't hear it [Bridge: Royce Da 5’9] Right off 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 [Hook: Mr. Porter] 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 gonna do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it’s all good [Verse One: Royce Da 5’9] Right off the rip, nobody is quite like me You gonna 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 babe, I'm the one on the one way Hands and pretty long legs from the runway, my nigga Nauny is a genius You gonna need a ladder just to climb on my penis Got two words for the rap game: fuck y'all [Hook] [Verse Two: Royce Da 5’9] 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? You don't got a fucking choice 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 [Hook] [Verse Three: Big Sean] Right off the rip, the respect is demanded Sitting on y’all so you can’t understand it I back a bitch down like a nigga chiropractic Back in this bitch like I’m putting on a jacket Mission Impossible, fulfilling all my tactics Boi! Until I’m filling up a casket You know, I think I'll have the soufflé Mister Big Shot, Russian Roulette My neck look like water boy, where is Bobby Boucher? Bitches jump for me and I am not the bouquet I used to ride up in a put-put Now I rolls in the green, Tiger Wood putt putts Your girl used to be my butt slut, fuck my truck up ‘Cause I’m fucking Tiger sluts, yup so hold your girl close And scream B-I-G like she recognize a ghost, fuck with me [Hook]