All Alone
You can't love me
If i dont even love myself (Blllrdd)
Gotta get right with god
Lord knows I need his help (Fa,Fa)
I'm on pluto off the shrooms
And all the walls they start to melt
And the blind follow the blind
So yeah I'm betting on myself
If you just left up out my life would i still be the same
Would i still make the type of music that gave me a name
Would I fold or drop the ball just straight throw the game
Or would it finally be enough to make me bust my brain
Im on my own im all alone
Im off these jiggas got me speeding down the interstate
How would i know Im all alone?
With all these niggas out here fucking imitating
Who would've thought you would've changed on me
I ain't see it comin'
We from gang gang gang to rockin olo no frontin'
We went from yeah we at the club
To doing jack shit nothing
I'm smoking thraxie out the packie
Money jumping no bungie
Like why the fuck you had to switch up
You was posed to be my nigga
And now i don't even know you no more
This shit get vicious for real
Ok, you did me for real
Ok, so that's how you feel
Alright it is what it is
Put my nose down, I'm grinding
Bitch I'm so out the mix
If it ain't about no money then i ain't tryna hear it
We shoot the glock all 30 shots
I guarantee ain't no missin'
But to be honest all that gangster shit
Gon' fuck up the mission
No I aint pussy, I got dreams nigga
Know I got visions
And yeah I'm shooting for the stars
Until there's stars on the ceiling
I talk to Stan he said you got it nigga
Stay on your pivot
And don't react to them lil niggas
Cause they ain't really wit it
Man I'm still thinking bout lil Jes (For real)
Yeah I know you still listen (I Know)
This shit suck can't take you back
I don't know who you been kissing
I'm sorry for the shit I said
You know a nigga be trippin'
I hope your mama doing well
Tell your sisters I miss em'
Im on my own im all alone
Im off these jiggas got me speeding down the interstate
How would i know Im all alone?
With all these niggas out here fucking imitating
Yeah riding round town with two glizzy's
When we in the city
This za got high as the fuck
Out here in Florida
Only 12 that we gone fuck with is Brady
Cause he on the Bucs
Can't tell me nothing
Cause i went from bussing & fronting these niggas
And did it untouched
Niggas want beef cause i'm young
And i ball like i play for the Suns
Im on beat like a motherfucking drum
Serving fiends & they cant get enough
Going through karma that shit can get rough
If it doesnt kill you, it's making you tough
Always keeping it real steady calling a bluff
Never fold, never given a fuck
I ain't never gave a fuck
Im all alone fah fah fah
Im off these jiggas got me speeding down the interstate
Fuck a triple 7 nigga man I been on my own
How would I know I'm all alone
Im all alone
Im all alone
Im all alone
Im off these jiggas yeah yeah yeah
Im all alone
Im on my own
Real Never Fold Shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
If i dont even love myself (Blllrdd)
Gotta get right with god
Lord knows I need his help (Fa,Fa)
I'm on pluto off the shrooms
And all the walls they start to melt
And the blind follow the blind
So yeah I'm betting on myself
If you just left up out my life would i still be the same
Would i still make the type of music that gave me a name
Would I fold or drop the ball just straight throw the game
Or would it finally be enough to make me bust my brain
Im on my own im all alone
Im off these jiggas got me speeding down the interstate
How would i know Im all alone?
With all these niggas out here fucking imitating
Who would've thought you would've changed on me
I ain't see it comin'
We from gang gang gang to rockin olo no frontin'
We went from yeah we at the club
To doing jack shit nothing
I'm smoking thraxie out the packie
Money jumping no bungie
Like why the fuck you had to switch up
You was posed to be my nigga
And now i don't even know you no more
This shit get vicious for real
Ok, you did me for real
Ok, so that's how you feel
Alright it is what it is
Put my nose down, I'm grinding
Bitch I'm so out the mix
If it ain't about no money then i ain't tryna hear it
We shoot the glock all 30 shots
I guarantee ain't no missin'
But to be honest all that gangster shit
Gon' fuck up the mission
No I aint pussy, I got dreams nigga
Know I got visions
And yeah I'm shooting for the stars
Until there's stars on the ceiling
I talk to Stan he said you got it nigga
Stay on your pivot
And don't react to them lil niggas
Cause they ain't really wit it
Man I'm still thinking bout lil Jes (For real)
Yeah I know you still listen (I Know)
This shit suck can't take you back
I don't know who you been kissing
I'm sorry for the shit I said
You know a nigga be trippin'
I hope your mama doing well
Tell your sisters I miss em'
Im on my own im all alone
Im off these jiggas got me speeding down the interstate
How would i know Im all alone?
With all these niggas out here fucking imitating
Yeah riding round town with two glizzy's
When we in the city
This za got high as the fuck
Out here in Florida
Only 12 that we gone fuck with is Brady
Cause he on the Bucs
Can't tell me nothing
Cause i went from bussing & fronting these niggas
And did it untouched
Niggas want beef cause i'm young
And i ball like i play for the Suns
Im on beat like a motherfucking drum
Serving fiends & they cant get enough
Going through karma that shit can get rough
If it doesnt kill you, it's making you tough
Always keeping it real steady calling a bluff
Never fold, never given a fuck
I ain't never gave a fuck
Im all alone fah fah fah
Im off these jiggas got me speeding down the interstate
Fuck a triple 7 nigga man I been on my own
How would I know I'm all alone
Im all alone
Im all alone
Im all alone
Im off these jiggas yeah yeah yeah
Im all alone
Im on my own
Real Never Fold Shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Elijah May
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