My Own

This craft is something that has helped me
Through everything
Its helped me through depression
Its helped millions through everyday life
This is something that I hold dear to my heart
So when I practice it day in and day out
Trying to make sure I make the best quality content
For everyone
Yall see hustle for it
Yall see the talent

Shit man, I mastered it
Mixed all my dreams in a session
This is a product of what my peaks averaging
Way more than what yall predicted
Exceeding expectations what yall have set for me
I got the recipe
Boy I been cooking up some shit for yall
God told me this is what I'm destined for
Boy I been working, working
Just for the world to hear me
DIY underdog
I get my point across
Like I'm Kyrie with the rock
I know you hate the kid
I don't swing and miss
I ain't stopping till my name is on top
Just be humble like K.Dot
Don't compare to the niggas
That don't put their heart in it
I did this shit on my own
No one was apart of it

Did it all on my own
I deserve the right to flex
Niggas hate on the kid
They were playing checkers
I was playing chess
Never knowing what's next
They try to calculate my steps
While yall talking shit
I was in the gym getting in my reps

Did this shit on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own

Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my
Yall never answered the phone
When a nigga was stuck
Now they try to come around
Cause they see I got a buck
Did this shit on my own
Yea did it all on my

Bout time for real shit
No need for opinions
Recorded this shit in my bedroom
I'm going the distance
I trained for this shit all year
I used to have fears of rapping to crowds
Now I'm trying to crowd surf with the best of them
All of these blessings just fell in my lap
Now I'm trying to turn it all into revenue
Boy they trying to get me all out my mood
I get it
They hate how I did
This is black excellence
Yall shouldn't mess with it
Now I'm trying to get a million like Diddy
Who else gone hold the torch for my city
Doing this shit just to show yall its possible
Did this shit all on my own
My mom on the phone
She telling me baby I'm proud of you

Did it all on my own
I deserve the right to flex
Niggas hate on the kid
They were playing checkers
I was playing chess
Never knowing what's next
They try to calculate my steps
While yall talking shit
I was in the gym getting in my reps

Did this shit on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own
Did it all on my own



Credits
Writer(s): Artravius Bailey
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