On My Own (MajorStage Live)
I'm the last of a dying breed
Hooked up to an I.V
When I die, they'll revive me
HNIC, I don't need an ID
World in my hand, lookin like Kyrie
I can never lose, only learn
I return with a bruise
Take a cruise while I burn, can't earn if you snooze
Every single movement is used to determine the future
So move with a purpose
Been sleeping for a minute, admitted it
Now, I'm ready to get it
Time is thinning, I'm willing to grind overtime
And try extending the limits presented
I take reality and bend it like Beckham
Kas, slash, the Alchemist
Last I remember, they were lookin down on me
Fast forward to present, they gon' put this crown on me
Blast of to Heaven, bet I got the loud on me
Kas gon' independent, I don't need em now homie
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Motherfuckas can't stop this
Fly guy, got ya baby momma in my cock pit
Still killin flows, I don't need no accomplice
Word to my bros, got goals to accomplish
Pay em no mind, no room on my conscious for bullshit or nonsense
Or fools who just gossip
I do what I do
Music and progress
I'm new and improved, overdue for this hot shit
True story, ain't much you can do for me
Can't hang wit you niggas, get rid of the noose, homie
Gin in the juice 'fore we get into the booth
So he be lettin it loose, slip back into recluse, homie
Please! Don't try to tell me I be acting new homie
I grew
Get used to me, get reintroduced, homie
Better yet
Pretend we never met
Never crossed paths, like the letter X
'Cause I'm on to the next
Checks, sex
Gold on my neck
Pull up, flex
Calm and collect like a don, show respect
Going hard till the death do us part
In my head, think i'm always the best
Always on, need to charge, think my bars turning red
Slaughtering y'all, bring ya dogs to the vet if u want
Got a tech for your armor, but headshots are all that they get
What a mess!
Gotta clean up
Hit my connect
I gotta re up
Follow procedure, rolling the weed up
So high, low eyes
Can't even see but, I know that we up
100 Feet, I got my feet up
Deep breath of fresh Nike Air when they look up
And try to see us but only get a glimpse of the sneakers
Hooked up to an I.V
When I die, they'll revive me
HNIC, I don't need an ID
World in my hand, lookin like Kyrie
I can never lose, only learn
I return with a bruise
Take a cruise while I burn, can't earn if you snooze
Every single movement is used to determine the future
So move with a purpose
Been sleeping for a minute, admitted it
Now, I'm ready to get it
Time is thinning, I'm willing to grind overtime
And try extending the limits presented
I take reality and bend it like Beckham
Kas, slash, the Alchemist
Last I remember, they were lookin down on me
Fast forward to present, they gon' put this crown on me
Blast of to Heaven, bet I got the loud on me
Kas gon' independent, I don't need em now homie
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Make it on my own
Motherfuckas can't stop this
Fly guy, got ya baby momma in my cock pit
Still killin flows, I don't need no accomplice
Word to my bros, got goals to accomplish
Pay em no mind, no room on my conscious for bullshit or nonsense
Or fools who just gossip
I do what I do
Music and progress
I'm new and improved, overdue for this hot shit
True story, ain't much you can do for me
Can't hang wit you niggas, get rid of the noose, homie
Gin in the juice 'fore we get into the booth
So he be lettin it loose, slip back into recluse, homie
Please! Don't try to tell me I be acting new homie
I grew
Get used to me, get reintroduced, homie
Better yet
Pretend we never met
Never crossed paths, like the letter X
'Cause I'm on to the next
Checks, sex
Gold on my neck
Pull up, flex
Calm and collect like a don, show respect
Going hard till the death do us part
In my head, think i'm always the best
Always on, need to charge, think my bars turning red
Slaughtering y'all, bring ya dogs to the vet if u want
Got a tech for your armor, but headshots are all that they get
What a mess!
Gotta clean up
Hit my connect
I gotta re up
Follow procedure, rolling the weed up
So high, low eyes
Can't even see but, I know that we up
100 Feet, I got my feet up
Deep breath of fresh Nike Air when they look up
And try to see us but only get a glimpse of the sneakers
Credits
Writer(s): Erick L Dingle, Kristopher Mitchell Thomas, Ryan Kelly Taylor Alexy
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