[Verse 1: Sims]
Uh
I mean it, I live it
Find a niche and then run with it
Walk on the wing, don't flinch at the wind
Even when that plane is tail-spinning
Believe that when I leave, I'mma leave grinning
Gritty city, different singing
Like a spinning prop, stop
(Head back to the beginning)

Those Airwalks were no paradox
Pushed my Powell past the Band Box
Told my mama being landlocked
On this blacktop was just not me
I never cared what gravity planned
I had my own design on a renegade thought
I escaped and I found me a clan
Didn't get away clean, took a couple shots
Been beat down, but I smile like
"It's my world, my wild life
I'm in flight, I'm sound bites
And that's my science applied right"
And I live like, "Fuck it
Those rules are fake and they don't apply"
I'mma shine 'til death unplug it
I'mma hang my letters in the sky
[Verse 2: Mike Mictlan]
It's the guilt of the gold teeth, king shit
Lord of the Fly, E.X.U
Brillo, boppers, helicopters
Hella choppers, Hello coppers
Robbers got the jump, say, "How high?"
Suspended animation casting
Shadows over the sun, blind
From the light coming in from the outside
Grip the ground with both feet, hold tight
Kiss the pound or the fists will fight
Feast or famine, at least the beast is rabid
Increase the peace or cease the madness
Each his own, you eat the bone
The meat alone could bleed a stone
Catch a 2 Piece or a Junior Spesh
In my element way out my zone

Pro rate the program
Slap pros, pop 'em off propane
Huff boy Space Cadillac Auralac
Gutter punk class voyeur
Chef Boyar do the deed for ya
Oye, loco
Bring the Coco
Chanel covered in Soco
Cattle brand you a logo
[Hook]
And I fly a flag of my creation
I got my own nation
I’m in my own nation
I’m in my own
And we go for broke, no hesitation
What we want, we take it
While they out there waiting
We on our own

[Verse 3: Dessa]
Bang for the buck, venison
Clean shot and a little luck, fed again
Don’t take much
Off grid, off crutch
Let the wolves eat what the kids won’t touch
And I sweep my tracks behind me
Take only what we earn
Better hope they can’t find me
Learn real quick, real witch won’t burn

[Verse 4: POS]
I've been gone
I've been out there, out here, grinning
Been fucking with the light on
I've been killing that
"I’m not living that bullshit" shit for years, bro
We don’t even live here, bro
I'll be leaving with the wind
I believe in getting in where the fuck you want
Whether you fit or you build, bro
Motherfuck, wait
Giddyup or
Give it up or whatever, just gotta fill up the plate
More than keep up the pace
Gotta kill up the race, go
[Hook]

[Hook 2]
And I fly a flag of my creation
I got my own nation
I’m in my own nation
I’m in my own
And we go for broke, no hesitation
What we want, we take it
While they out there waiting
I got my own nation

We on our own