JackBoy & Russ – “Own My Masters”

JackBoy & Russ collaborate on the “Own My Masters” track produced by SephGotTheWaves & SickDrumz. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Jackboy & Russ Own My Masters

If you’re releasing a song called “Own My Masters”, it would be a foolish move to not reach out to Russ to guest-star on the track. The poster child for doing everything himself, remaining independent, and owning all of his masters, Russ has preached to up-and-coming artists to keep ownership of their music for years. When Florida rapper Jackboy released his single “Own My Masters” as part of his 2020 album Love Me While I’m Here, Russ must have heard the track and wanted to lay down some of his sauce, prompting the official re-release of the cut this week.

Jackboy has come through once again, continuing to release a quality stream of new music. “Own My Masters” now includes a verse from Russ, marking an unexpected collaboration but a great one nonetheless. Jackboy keeps his stellar hook and verse on the song before Russ brings a different flow to the second verse.

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

Lyrics

[Chorus: Jackboy]
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, my dog 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 hatin’ 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 1: Jackboy]
Got the game in a lock and I won’t let up
Jumped 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 the level 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
If it come down to beef, I’m with it
You could die ’bout a Tweet, boy, you silly
You can’t say shit about me, I got a milli’
Whenever I go, my family gon’ get it
Could never trip ’bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it
Can’t be loved, sorry bae, I admit it
Full off them drugs, so the pain, I don’t feel it
My bitch real bad, I be fucking on a menace
Give me head while I drive, I could wreck, this ain’t rented
I’m a god so my windows five-percent tinted
Screaming free Yak, pouring shots of the Henny
All these free bands, gotta custom the bezy
Grown men gossip ’bout the kid like they Winnie
Can’t fuck with niggas, no, Jack not friendly

[Chorus: Jackboy]
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, my dog 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 hatin’ 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 2: Russ]
Ain’t no way I’ma forfeit this (Nah)
Mailbox money, I’m Forbes list rich (Yeah)
All from a basement in Georgia, it’s (True)
Real one, you don’t gotta force the shit
Got a Florida chick, and of course she is (What?)
Haitian, we takin’ the Porsche for a spin (Vroom, vroom)
Blast off, head got me orbitin’ (Yeah)
Rewards gonna keep pourin’ in (Yeah)
These rappers hardly go (Yikes)
I feed my dreams and I starve these hoes (I do)
I ain’t sorry, though (Yeah)
These rappers hardly go (True)
I feed my dreams and I starve these hoes
I ain’t sorry, though (Fuck ’em)
Workers hatin’ on the boss, I don’t fuck with y’all either
Say it’s lonely at the top, went and bought a two-seater
I might say what Prince told Nas, I ain’t trying to do features if you don’t own your masters (Ha-ha-ha)

[Chorus: Jackboy & Russ]
I done ran up a check (Yeah), 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, my dog 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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