JackBoy – Own My Masters (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

JackBoy - Own My Masters (prod. SephGotTheWaves & SickDrumz)

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Jackboy Own My Masters
Jackboy Own My Masters

Jackboy has been dropping some incredible music over the past few years and many fans have compared him to the likes of Kodak Black. It’s easy to see why the Florida artist would receive these comparisons considering his style and content is similar. Despite these similarities, Jackboy has proven to be unique in his own right, and on his latest single “Own My Masters,” he continues to prove himself.

With this track, Jackboy offers up some bars about his financial status and how continues to want to be his own boss. There are some dope melodies to be found here and if you haven’t been acquainted with Jackboy, this track serves as a great entry point.

JackBoy – Own My Masters (prod. SephGotTheWaves & SickDrumz)

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Lyrics

[Chorus]
I done ran up a check, now I’m the one bitches chase after
All these chains on my neck, I’m not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain’t no letting up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain’t hard to see my new bitch badder
I got ’em hating that I leveled up
But I’m rich, so no, I do not give a fuck
Everywhere that I step, it’s a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get one up

[Verse]
Got the game in a lock and I won’t let up
Got fresh out the box and got rich as fuck
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb’ off the lot
Might fuck around and go buy the Bentley truck
Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough
But them niggas still hate how I live it up
I was posted in the cut, we ain’t on it letting up
‘Til I got off my ass and ran it up
Had to get off my ass and go get it
Lil’ nigga but I got big digits
[?] beef, I’m with it
You can die ’bout [?]
You can’t say shit about me, I got a milli’
Whenever I go, my family gon’ get it
Can never trip ’bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it
Can’t be loved, sorry bae, I admit it
Fill up them drugs, so the pain, I don’t feel it
My bitch real bad, I be fucking on a menace
She give me head while I drive, I can wreck, this ain’t rented
And I got some my windows five-percent tinted
Screaming free Yak, pouring shots of the Henny
All these free bands, got a custom [?]
Grown man [?]
Can’t fuck with niggas, no, jack not friendly

[Chorus]
I done ran up a check, now I’m the one bitches chase after
All these chains on my neck, I’m not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain’t no letting up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain’t hard to see my new bitch badder
I got ’em hating that I leveled up
But I’m rich, so no, I do not give a fuck
Everywhere that I step, it’s a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get one up

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