On My Own
Yep
Nights like this... huh
Make you realize how far we done came
We done built a brand, we own all the rights, haha
Bombay sipping, woodgrain gripping
Allat... picture me rolling, young nigga
See, this is what it is and what it's gonna be
I took flight, who tryna come with me
This my time so I'ma run the streets
With a bunch of apes and gorillas breaking down the trees
Nigga, fuck your style, I'm cold enough to freeze
But hot enough to still burn boy, third degree
Who is he? Niggas must be stupid. You ain't heard of me
Google me while I'm writing these mc's eulogies
I walk inside the building, holding up the meeting. Stop the press
What's going on? Bitch I'm in these streets. Why we ain't popping yet
I'm going strong. Remember the name, I'm so popular
My progress turned a conglomerate into a metropolis
Who stopping us? There is no one touching me, you can't light
A candle to hold it up to me, spitting wisdom and luxury
I paid the cost to boss up, homie, I didn't bargain
Nigga, I'm just getting started
I had to double up my grind and stay 10 toes down
I realize you get distracted with them hoes round
So I focused, took that money from off the block
Turned myself into a brand, now I'm the one that call the shots
Put a business in my name, life insurance on my flesh
Cause the only thing that comes with life with certainty is death
Own the masters to my tapes, dedication at it's best
I came to have it all, boy, and I'm not taking nothing less
So I'm rolling, I finally got my license back so I drive the car like it's stolen
I get pulled over, my name and paperwork clean, them people can't hold him
Good! Cause I had a pound in the car
On my way to Hollywood to tell them I found em a star
See, I just be popping that new, and I just be dropping them jewels
My nigga, it's crazy to think that I made it this far when I dropped out of school
And whether streets or the industry, I'm still the same me
From Atlanta out to LBC, now does that make me a rebel
I tell em look up in the sky cause we in it
They really shouldn't be surprised that we winning
We taught to grind all night to keep the lights on
Now I go everywhere with my ice on (now does that make me a rebel)
Yeah, we took off. We on the run with it
No, don't hate, cause we just having fun with it
The government ain't gone give us shit
So I'll take it on my own (now does that make me a rebel)
Good! Cause I had a pound in the car
On my way to Hollywood to tell them I found em a star
Cruising down PCH, the system is loud in the car
Might swing by the Louis Burger down in Long Beach, quarter pounder with slaw
Post up with my homies, downtown 3rd street, we be clowning at Von's
You might catch me in town for the Grand Prix, drinking brown at the bar
I'm smoking on medical grade, and if you don't beat the pavement to get it
My nigga, you'll never be paid. I need dollars in every state
And this for my young niggas who still gotta trap so they can buy food and them diaper Packs
Keep rent paid and cars gassed up, when you know you down to yo last buck
That shit sucks, I know it do. Shout out to people that go to school
Then come home and be working 2 jobs just to keep your money cool
I know the struggle you going thru, that's who I am
I just put it on the track as I do my dance
A lot of shit's fucked up, who got answers? But no one knows a thing
About this world that we are living in today where
The parents don't teach discipline and children go astray but I'ma
Young nigga, head stay on a swivel
These niggas will switch up, one minute they is against you
Next minute, they your best friends
Niggas fake as shit, acting like some yes men. But I
Stay super high, I'm in the sky smoking that stress, man
Can't come down, in the clouds is where I'm left, man
You looking for Jimmy? Dog, I'm rolling thru the next hood
When you see me, holla. Boy, what's good
I tell em look up in the sky cause we in it
They really shouldn't be surprised that we winning
We taught to grind all night to keep the lights on
Now I go everywhere with my ice on
Yeah, we took off. We on the run with it
No, don't hate, cause we just having fun with it
The government ain't gone give us shit
So I'll take it on my own
Nights like this... huh
Make you realize how far we done came
We done built a brand, we own all the rights, haha
Bombay sipping, woodgrain gripping
Allat... picture me rolling, young nigga
See, this is what it is and what it's gonna be
I took flight, who tryna come with me
This my time so I'ma run the streets
With a bunch of apes and gorillas breaking down the trees
Nigga, fuck your style, I'm cold enough to freeze
But hot enough to still burn boy, third degree
Who is he? Niggas must be stupid. You ain't heard of me
Google me while I'm writing these mc's eulogies
I walk inside the building, holding up the meeting. Stop the press
What's going on? Bitch I'm in these streets. Why we ain't popping yet
I'm going strong. Remember the name, I'm so popular
My progress turned a conglomerate into a metropolis
Who stopping us? There is no one touching me, you can't light
A candle to hold it up to me, spitting wisdom and luxury
I paid the cost to boss up, homie, I didn't bargain
Nigga, I'm just getting started
I had to double up my grind and stay 10 toes down
I realize you get distracted with them hoes round
So I focused, took that money from off the block
Turned myself into a brand, now I'm the one that call the shots
Put a business in my name, life insurance on my flesh
Cause the only thing that comes with life with certainty is death
Own the masters to my tapes, dedication at it's best
I came to have it all, boy, and I'm not taking nothing less
So I'm rolling, I finally got my license back so I drive the car like it's stolen
I get pulled over, my name and paperwork clean, them people can't hold him
Good! Cause I had a pound in the car
On my way to Hollywood to tell them I found em a star
See, I just be popping that new, and I just be dropping them jewels
My nigga, it's crazy to think that I made it this far when I dropped out of school
And whether streets or the industry, I'm still the same me
From Atlanta out to LBC, now does that make me a rebel
I tell em look up in the sky cause we in it
They really shouldn't be surprised that we winning
We taught to grind all night to keep the lights on
Now I go everywhere with my ice on (now does that make me a rebel)
Yeah, we took off. We on the run with it
No, don't hate, cause we just having fun with it
The government ain't gone give us shit
So I'll take it on my own (now does that make me a rebel)
Good! Cause I had a pound in the car
On my way to Hollywood to tell them I found em a star
Cruising down PCH, the system is loud in the car
Might swing by the Louis Burger down in Long Beach, quarter pounder with slaw
Post up with my homies, downtown 3rd street, we be clowning at Von's
You might catch me in town for the Grand Prix, drinking brown at the bar
I'm smoking on medical grade, and if you don't beat the pavement to get it
My nigga, you'll never be paid. I need dollars in every state
And this for my young niggas who still gotta trap so they can buy food and them diaper Packs
Keep rent paid and cars gassed up, when you know you down to yo last buck
That shit sucks, I know it do. Shout out to people that go to school
Then come home and be working 2 jobs just to keep your money cool
I know the struggle you going thru, that's who I am
I just put it on the track as I do my dance
A lot of shit's fucked up, who got answers? But no one knows a thing
About this world that we are living in today where
The parents don't teach discipline and children go astray but I'ma
Young nigga, head stay on a swivel
These niggas will switch up, one minute they is against you
Next minute, they your best friends
Niggas fake as shit, acting like some yes men. But I
Stay super high, I'm in the sky smoking that stress, man
Can't come down, in the clouds is where I'm left, man
You looking for Jimmy? Dog, I'm rolling thru the next hood
When you see me, holla. Boy, what's good
I tell em look up in the sky cause we in it
They really shouldn't be surprised that we winning
We taught to grind all night to keep the lights on
Now I go everywhere with my ice on
Yeah, we took off. We on the run with it
No, don't hate, cause we just having fun with it
The government ain't gone give us shit
So I'll take it on my own
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Writer(s): Dominick Lott
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