My Own
I will never sell my soul
It's all me
I'm on my own
It's just me
It's all me
(Yeah)(Drippy)(whoo)
I'm on my own
My own country used to diss me
Then I dissapeared
Now they yelling that they miss me
Acting like a bitch on her period
And just like a bitch on her period
I dont fuck with none of ya'll period
Buddy buddy and we actin' like fam
When it's time to book me ya'll forget me like computer that's running outta ram
Running outta ram, uh
Kat, Smoothe, Fresh
Play my shit
Ya'll better play my shit
I'm done cutting all these slices
Uh
Gimme the whole damn cake
All these niggas share one thing
Mxm
They all damn fake
I'm done
(Oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah)
I will never sell my soul
It's all me
I'm on my own
It's just me
It's all me
Yeah
I'm on my own
Whoah
Whoah
Whoah I'm all alone
Whoah
Whoah
WHOAH I'm all alone
Niggas wanna talk alot
All we wanna do is eat
She said "no" with her lips but
I was focused on her cheeks
See I'm holding all the cards
They tryna run with 'The Pack'
We fill up all of the spaces
They lack
They dont know how to adapt
Mmmh
I cant rely on a nigga
(Fokol)
So I rely on the gun
They wana know how I'm feelin'
I'm starting to feel like The One
See I don't do shit for approval
I just get straight to the stacks
That wasn't even a bar
That's just a statement of facts
I will never sell my soul
It's all me
I'm on my own
It's just me
It's all me
Yeah
I'm on my own
Whoah
Whoah
Whoah I'm all alone
Whoah
Whoah
WHOAH I'm all alone
It's all me
I'm on my own
It's just me
It's all me
(Yeah)(Drippy)(whoo)
I'm on my own
My own country used to diss me
Then I dissapeared
Now they yelling that they miss me
Acting like a bitch on her period
And just like a bitch on her period
I dont fuck with none of ya'll period
Buddy buddy and we actin' like fam
When it's time to book me ya'll forget me like computer that's running outta ram
Running outta ram, uh
Kat, Smoothe, Fresh
Play my shit
Ya'll better play my shit
I'm done cutting all these slices
Uh
Gimme the whole damn cake
All these niggas share one thing
Mxm
They all damn fake
I'm done
(Oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah)
I will never sell my soul
It's all me
I'm on my own
It's just me
It's all me
Yeah
I'm on my own
Whoah
Whoah
Whoah I'm all alone
Whoah
Whoah
WHOAH I'm all alone
Niggas wanna talk alot
All we wanna do is eat
She said "no" with her lips but
I was focused on her cheeks
See I'm holding all the cards
They tryna run with 'The Pack'
We fill up all of the spaces
They lack
They dont know how to adapt
Mmmh
I cant rely on a nigga
(Fokol)
So I rely on the gun
They wana know how I'm feelin'
I'm starting to feel like The One
See I don't do shit for approval
I just get straight to the stacks
That wasn't even a bar
That's just a statement of facts
I will never sell my soul
It's all me
I'm on my own
It's just me
It's all me
Yeah
I'm on my own
Whoah
Whoah
Whoah I'm all alone
Whoah
Whoah
WHOAH I'm all alone
Credits
Writer(s): Lekometsa Khalikane
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