On My Own
I feel like im suppose to say something cool
Like before I start rapping but fuck it
Yeah I keep my 10 toes down
I know my wrongs from my rights
I could be killing these niggas
But im just killing these mics
I made myself good at rapping
I stayed up multiple nights
Can't fuck with too may women
I swear that most of them trif
I stay
Stay on lonley
I aint got too many brody's
Niggas be selfish with torches
They never pass it like Kobe
I thank the God's for fan's
Slowly they turn into homies
I can't depend on no friends
I feel like nobody know me
I put my head in the clouds
Plant my feet in the ground
I Tell the devil whats poppin
I'm hot as his crib now
I'm a original king
I just cannot found my crown
And if you love just tell me
Matter fact just say it right now
I know tomorrow aint promised
I had to bury my mama
I need to count up some commas
So I can chill in Bahamas
And If you lost on yo jounery
Don't pray that nobody found ya
Just climb youself out that hole
And come out that bitch a scholar
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
Yikes
Right back on the mothafuckin mic
Just to kill it
I gotta do something different
Niggas be sounding to simular
And they dont got no image
I found my pocket in music
Its when I talk about women
Rappers out here looking Thisty
Eventhough life gave them lemons
Yall staying buying yall views
On soundcloud and youtube
Then get sign and get shelved
Cause yo label confused
And they want another single
You dont know what to do
Cause they fired all yo homies
That helped you in the booth
You started rapping in January
Yo deal was in June
Making one minute songs
Who told you that was the move
So now you rich with no talent
Just walk a mile in my shoes
Cause I got faint in my pen
And I don't following no rules
But just be thankful you famous
Mumble all over yo beats
Continue beefing with niggas
Over five year old tweets
You claim you trapping like
Jeezy Gucci Yo Gotti and Meek
But never sold any drugs
Yet alone a Cd
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
Yikes
Like before I start rapping but fuck it
Yeah I keep my 10 toes down
I know my wrongs from my rights
I could be killing these niggas
But im just killing these mics
I made myself good at rapping
I stayed up multiple nights
Can't fuck with too may women
I swear that most of them trif
I stay
Stay on lonley
I aint got too many brody's
Niggas be selfish with torches
They never pass it like Kobe
I thank the God's for fan's
Slowly they turn into homies
I can't depend on no friends
I feel like nobody know me
I put my head in the clouds
Plant my feet in the ground
I Tell the devil whats poppin
I'm hot as his crib now
I'm a original king
I just cannot found my crown
And if you love just tell me
Matter fact just say it right now
I know tomorrow aint promised
I had to bury my mama
I need to count up some commas
So I can chill in Bahamas
And If you lost on yo jounery
Don't pray that nobody found ya
Just climb youself out that hole
And come out that bitch a scholar
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
Yikes
Right back on the mothafuckin mic
Just to kill it
I gotta do something different
Niggas be sounding to simular
And they dont got no image
I found my pocket in music
Its when I talk about women
Rappers out here looking Thisty
Eventhough life gave them lemons
Yall staying buying yall views
On soundcloud and youtube
Then get sign and get shelved
Cause yo label confused
And they want another single
You dont know what to do
Cause they fired all yo homies
That helped you in the booth
You started rapping in January
Yo deal was in June
Making one minute songs
Who told you that was the move
So now you rich with no talent
Just walk a mile in my shoes
Cause I got faint in my pen
And I don't following no rules
But just be thankful you famous
Mumble all over yo beats
Continue beefing with niggas
Over five year old tweets
You claim you trapping like
Jeezy Gucci Yo Gotti and Meek
But never sold any drugs
Yet alone a Cd
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
I didnt get nobody help
I did this shit on my own
Yikes
Credits
Writer(s): Devan Benson
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