On My Own (O.M.O)
Yea
(Had to take a risk for this chicken)
(Hit the road and came back thumbing digits)
Free the Thugs...
Aye
I had to take a risk for this chicken
Hit the road and came back thumbing digits
Na do it by my lonely I don't need a na wit me
(Aye) the killers get killed in my city
G27 rollin with me
Put my faith in dis Bh when situations sticky
You know Dirt gone high speed that's my demon
Member me and Stunna down bad counting seasons
Now every time I show my ass Bh I do it for a reason
Cause wasn't nobody down to call the Global Tell Link
I had to tell my dawg a lot of st aint what you think
He came home strong and put a smile on my face
I had a talk wit unk bout when he make it out the bink
I told em how the fake the new real in these streets
Really I can run through this bag in my sleep
Its gone sell itself when you got what they need
I get em for the high and I get em for the cheap
Bro play with the stove smell em cooking up the beef
Fiend call my line (Aye) what you need na
Betta watch yo mouth when you calling for them beans na
Aye
Get it on the road get it off the hoe
(I don't trust a soul na)
Na did it on my own tryna get it gone
(Me and broke niggas we don't get along)
Get it off the road
(I don't trust a soul na)
Get it on the road Get it off the road
(I don't trust a soul na)
Get it on the road Get it off the road
Get it out the hoe put it on a road
Na did it on my own tryna get it gone
I don't trust a soul na
(Me and broke niggas we don't get along)
(How you real but you told na)
I'll never fold
(Had to take a risk for this chicken)
(Hit the road and came back thumbing digits)
Free the Thugs...
Aye
I had to take a risk for this chicken
Hit the road and came back thumbing digits
Na do it by my lonely I don't need a na wit me
(Aye) the killers get killed in my city
G27 rollin with me
Put my faith in dis Bh when situations sticky
You know Dirt gone high speed that's my demon
Member me and Stunna down bad counting seasons
Now every time I show my ass Bh I do it for a reason
Cause wasn't nobody down to call the Global Tell Link
I had to tell my dawg a lot of st aint what you think
He came home strong and put a smile on my face
I had a talk wit unk bout when he make it out the bink
I told em how the fake the new real in these streets
Really I can run through this bag in my sleep
Its gone sell itself when you got what they need
I get em for the high and I get em for the cheap
Bro play with the stove smell em cooking up the beef
Fiend call my line (Aye) what you need na
Betta watch yo mouth when you calling for them beans na
Aye
Get it on the road get it off the hoe
(I don't trust a soul na)
Na did it on my own tryna get it gone
(Me and broke niggas we don't get along)
Get it off the road
(I don't trust a soul na)
Get it on the road Get it off the road
(I don't trust a soul na)
Get it on the road Get it off the road
Get it out the hoe put it on a road
Na did it on my own tryna get it gone
I don't trust a soul na
(Me and broke niggas we don't get along)
(How you real but you told na)
I'll never fold
Credits
Writer(s): Darrion Murphy
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