On Your Own

I been speeding down a long road
Hope it ain't the wrong way
I put faith in niggas they led me astray
When I was starving they sat in front me
And ate at the buffet
Got so much pain I can't convey
Causing my emotions to decay
Its time to rise up
Its 'bout to go down
Flonkey nigga run up on me catchin' 4 rounds
Baby ain't got no love for these niggas
Because they all clowns
Shawty he don't know what love is for real
When it boils down
Aint got no time for distractions
Im trying to make it out
If you not on what I'm me
You cannot come around
Pussy nigga dissin' running like Ricky
We gon' gun him down
Fuckin lah baby her people home
Told her don't make a sound
I'm tryna get to the table and sign myself a deal
Can't fuck with certain people
Who only come around when its ideal
Their true intentions be concealed yeah
Why won't they reveal 'em
Flonkies did me wrong
When I could've I shoulda killed 'em

Rise up, rise up
You can do it on your own
When you needed them most
No, they ain't answer the phone
Too real for'em and they fake
So they left you all alone
Rise up, rise up
You can do it on your own
When you needed them most
No, they ain't answer the phone
Too real for'em and they fake
So they left you all alone

Fuck the opposition the can't do none about it
Thats why they hate you cause the bullshit
you rose up out it
And when you told them what you was gon do
They doubted (They doubted me, oh yes they did)
It's okay to focus on yourself
When you concealed in your thoughts
There ain't nobody else
They can't hear your inner crying for help
When you need someone my nigga
All you got is yourself (That's all you got, yeah)

Rise up, rise up
You can do it on your own
When you needed them most
No, they ain't answer the phone
Too real for em and they fake
So they left you all alone
Rise up, rise up
You can do it on your own
When you needed them most
No, they ain't answer the phone
Too real for em and they fake
So they left you all alone

So much trauma in my mental
I won't talk about it
I keep my inner thoughts concealed
Im going the safe route, yeah
Cause they can't handle the truthfulness of a real nigga
Dis and them hounds gon deal witcha
Said she feeling sour
Sweeten her up with this dill pickle
What nigga you know can really drip in polo
Fuckin a bad lil asian jawn I think she from soho
Yeah my todays gon blow
All love fuck a bro code
Niggas be bitches switchin up on you likes it's uno yessir

Rise up, rise up
You can do it on your own
When you needed them most
No, they ain't answer the phone
Too real for em and they fake
So they left you all alone
Rise up, rise up
You can do it on your own
When you needed them most
No, they ain't answer the phone
Too real for em and they fake
So they left you all alone



Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Brumfield
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