Property

You don't- You don't- You don't own me (own me, own me, own me) [Ubiquitous of Ces Cru] Heh, Gates CES Never did No you don't own me!! [Verse 1: Ubiquitous of Ces Cru] Well let me paint up the picture, he like to smoke weed And blow smoke up my ass, he like to blow trees In my state we don't ask, you have to show me That money all in a stack, you have to go green I see a snake in the grass, I get the grass cut I never state in my raps what I don't back up I put my faith in the facts and push the rest left You put your life in my hands I take the next step I'm genu-flect in the flesh, first bar and last word, never second my guess I come to show 'em the difference between what you effect and what you own Between what you possess and what you hold Let it go, should've left it alone, swinging your threats Like a weapon bringing stress to my home Respect shown where respect due Take your loss, he toss chips Like a gangster, playin' the boss Now pay the cost [Hook: Ubi, {Added vocals}] You can show up, buy out the debt Cross T's dot I's while you're signing my check You might supply it direct, but {You don't own me (own me, own me, own me)} But you don't own me! So you can pay up, spend Money on us if you wanna we can break up bread Even so may come a day when I will say fuck them! Cause {you don't own me (own me, own me, own me)} No you don't own me! [Verse 2: ] Wave that flag, buy it first, pay that tax Pay that tab don't matter if you ate low snacks Break bread fast, and pass the plate around Keep your mouth shut don't make a sound, break 'em down They shitted on me cause I got this little felony Wouldn't let me vote I'm like alright well they ain't smellin' me Well, yeah I'm glad that the Replublicans lost But paint the White House pink the government is soft mother- Fucker, Gates middle finger flipper mister sippin' liquor Driving got my car insurance figure bigger I'm getting better, but I'm bitter with the system I literally had to pay for cups they made me piss in When placed in this position, I'm liable to flip Boondocks Saint, you're guiltier I empty out my clip Go eat another pork sandwich you fat fuck Caught me smoking weed and got me caught up in brass, chya [Hook] [Verse 3: ] ?? [Hook]