On My Own

Am on my own
Am till young
Some years old
Don't talk to me
Am on my own
Am till young
Some years old
Living my life

I wasn't made a thug
I was born a thug
I try to unplug
But it was luck
The blood was with drugs
Always been in clubs
Taking cuts
It became a hunt
Felt good when she sucked and we duck
Always love guns from birth
Pray for daylight to make more
Born with the culture mama say focus but she love when am rapin
Many fare faces with black cocks
Tell the stories to the white boy
Am real like Christmas
Do you feel the love when you see joy in their faces
What a wonderful feeling am feeling when the beat is playing with melodies
Breaking rules study hard never be a loser
Check on my page am the author
Wack rap need to be slaughtered
Don't alter a word to the caller
If he ain't the driver
A' lieh kun lee '_yee
Am from that same payee
Where niggas are been shoot down
It is obvious are you serious
Can we last for ever
Open the light
I need my own split of the ride

Am on my own
Am till young
Some years old
Don't talk to me
Am on my own
Am till young
Some years old
Living my life
Am on my own
Am till young
Some years old
Don't you talk to me



Credits
Writer(s): D.l. Substance
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