On My Own
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I won't die doing what I'm told
Tell me something that I don't know
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I ain't tryna be no average Joe
Gotta be something that I don't know
I'm telling whores I need head first
I ain't JG Wensworth
And I ain't finna lipbox
Imma make the lead burst
All these rappers less versed
Only better networked
And I been cotton mouthed
Chasing paper like a bread thirst
40 in my sweatshirt selling dope, next word
I ain't had a dollar till I made a better effort
These motherfuckers doubting me
But how can they be talking shit
When they ain't even bout to be
Something to strike a match against with affluence
Like flatulence I'm passing off some gas again
And hoping that my pen will hit the bull's eye like I'm throwing pins
I hate when I'm at work and all these stupid Karens pitch a fit
I really thought that there'd be more to life than all this silly shit
I can't get by I'm on my own
I'm off a line like dial tone
I'm drunk and high while driving home
I pray that I'll survive alone
Tell me something I don't know
I don't believe the shit I'm told
I'm growing up and getting older
But I'm never getting old
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I won't die doing what I'm told
Tell me something that I don't know
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I ain't tryna be no average Joe
Gotta be something that I don't know
I'm the G-O-A-T
Even though I'm broke the whole week
But I just keep smoking on weed
Until I choke on the seeds
You know I'm a control freak
And that's why you like what you see
And ya bop ya head
When I hop on the beat
So don't talk that shit to me
Y'all got me feeling myself
Like I had just turned thirteen
Like I'm watching internet porn
With a bottle of lotion with me
But I just do not give a fuck
Like you put my tape on the rack
Do you know where that line came from
And how I learned how to rap
Gotta pay my homage that's facts
Just like an ode to the past
When I'm barking rabid at you
Do you think I'm talking too fast
Imma keep on popping my shit
Like a bubble fart when I spit
Then I feel my mental state shift
And a demon comes out the rift
Cuz I just don't feel like I've peaked
But I evolve when I speak
And I got my balls in a knot
My stomach churning the kinks
And often when we grow up
We do not like what we see
So we act like everyone else
Rather be you than be me
Yeah but I'm so high that I don't know
I don't believe the shit I'm told
I'm growing up and getting older
But I'm never getting old
So how the hell I'm supposed to feel alive
When I can see my bones
But that's just part of living like a zombie
When you're on your own
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I won't die doing what I'm told
Tell me something that I don't know
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I ain't tryna be no average Joe
Gotta be something that I don't know
I need cash now a job's too slow
I won't die doing what I'm told
Tell me something that I don't know
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I ain't tryna be no average Joe
Gotta be something that I don't know
I'm telling whores I need head first
I ain't JG Wensworth
And I ain't finna lipbox
Imma make the lead burst
All these rappers less versed
Only better networked
And I been cotton mouthed
Chasing paper like a bread thirst
40 in my sweatshirt selling dope, next word
I ain't had a dollar till I made a better effort
These motherfuckers doubting me
But how can they be talking shit
When they ain't even bout to be
Something to strike a match against with affluence
Like flatulence I'm passing off some gas again
And hoping that my pen will hit the bull's eye like I'm throwing pins
I hate when I'm at work and all these stupid Karens pitch a fit
I really thought that there'd be more to life than all this silly shit
I can't get by I'm on my own
I'm off a line like dial tone
I'm drunk and high while driving home
I pray that I'll survive alone
Tell me something I don't know
I don't believe the shit I'm told
I'm growing up and getting older
But I'm never getting old
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I won't die doing what I'm told
Tell me something that I don't know
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I ain't tryna be no average Joe
Gotta be something that I don't know
I'm the G-O-A-T
Even though I'm broke the whole week
But I just keep smoking on weed
Until I choke on the seeds
You know I'm a control freak
And that's why you like what you see
And ya bop ya head
When I hop on the beat
So don't talk that shit to me
Y'all got me feeling myself
Like I had just turned thirteen
Like I'm watching internet porn
With a bottle of lotion with me
But I just do not give a fuck
Like you put my tape on the rack
Do you know where that line came from
And how I learned how to rap
Gotta pay my homage that's facts
Just like an ode to the past
When I'm barking rabid at you
Do you think I'm talking too fast
Imma keep on popping my shit
Like a bubble fart when I spit
Then I feel my mental state shift
And a demon comes out the rift
Cuz I just don't feel like I've peaked
But I evolve when I speak
And I got my balls in a knot
My stomach churning the kinks
And often when we grow up
We do not like what we see
So we act like everyone else
Rather be you than be me
Yeah but I'm so high that I don't know
I don't believe the shit I'm told
I'm growing up and getting older
But I'm never getting old
So how the hell I'm supposed to feel alive
When I can see my bones
But that's just part of living like a zombie
When you're on your own
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I won't die doing what I'm told
Tell me something that I don't know
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I ain't tryna be no average Joe
Gotta be something that I don't know
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Writer(s): Jacob Wells
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