On My Own (Outro)
I got this shit up on my own, they ain't try to help a nigga up
They went they separate ways
Man I know that they ain't fuck with us
And Long live Rich Porter, that shit taught me you should never trust
In the field, keep that third eye fuckin' open, man that shit a must
A lot of niggas end up in the grave cause they was playin' tough
You talkin' shit, stand up on your ten, you got to man up
How you stand on business but ain't tryna run no bands up
That nigga crashin' out, he ain't tryna put his hands up
These niggas cap, like they work at Lids, nigga call they bluff
Niggas twitter fingers, and he on the net, he worse than Elon Musk
Them thoughts up in your brain, you feelin' dark, I know you gotta rush
Your back against the wall, you up that bitch, you know you gotta bust
He see death around the corner, he start talkin' to the man above
He was takin' pills, playin' with drugs
Now he on his knees on prayer rugs
The reaper close, he seen him doves
He lived a lie, he not a thug
He took his soul out of love
He was playin' tough, he never was
I got this shit up on my own, they ain't try to help a nigga up
They went they separate ways
Man I know that they ain't fuck with us
And Long live Rich Porter, that shit taught me you should never trust
In the field, keep that third eye fuckin' open, man that shit a must
As a man you gotta stand up on your word, you should never cap
And niggas know that loyalty, respect, you can't get it back
He tryin' to beef, but he ain't prepared, might get turned to pack
Your brother with you, but that nigga scared, man he turn his back
I'm trying to show you, that you by yourself up in this fuckin' world
When shit get tough, they act like girls
He ain't trying work out, the nigga curled
These niggas wellin ain't talkin' Pearl
I'm in the game, not Intramurals
He a warrior he feel like curry
The reaper here, he trying to bury em'
I got this shit up on my own, they ain't try to help a nigga up
They went they separate ways
Man I know that they ain't fuck with us
And Long live Rich Porter, that shit taught me you should never trust
In the field, keep that third eye fuckin' open, man that shit a must
They went they separate ways
Man I know that they ain't fuck with us
And Long live Rich Porter, that shit taught me you should never trust
In the field, keep that third eye fuckin' open, man that shit a must
A lot of niggas end up in the grave cause they was playin' tough
You talkin' shit, stand up on your ten, you got to man up
How you stand on business but ain't tryna run no bands up
That nigga crashin' out, he ain't tryna put his hands up
These niggas cap, like they work at Lids, nigga call they bluff
Niggas twitter fingers, and he on the net, he worse than Elon Musk
Them thoughts up in your brain, you feelin' dark, I know you gotta rush
Your back against the wall, you up that bitch, you know you gotta bust
He see death around the corner, he start talkin' to the man above
He was takin' pills, playin' with drugs
Now he on his knees on prayer rugs
The reaper close, he seen him doves
He lived a lie, he not a thug
He took his soul out of love
He was playin' tough, he never was
I got this shit up on my own, they ain't try to help a nigga up
They went they separate ways
Man I know that they ain't fuck with us
And Long live Rich Porter, that shit taught me you should never trust
In the field, keep that third eye fuckin' open, man that shit a must
As a man you gotta stand up on your word, you should never cap
And niggas know that loyalty, respect, you can't get it back
He tryin' to beef, but he ain't prepared, might get turned to pack
Your brother with you, but that nigga scared, man he turn his back
I'm trying to show you, that you by yourself up in this fuckin' world
When shit get tough, they act like girls
He ain't trying work out, the nigga curled
These niggas wellin ain't talkin' Pearl
I'm in the game, not Intramurals
He a warrior he feel like curry
The reaper here, he trying to bury em'
I got this shit up on my own, they ain't try to help a nigga up
They went they separate ways
Man I know that they ain't fuck with us
And Long live Rich Porter, that shit taught me you should never trust
In the field, keep that third eye fuckin' open, man that shit a must
Credits
Writer(s): Cee Mula
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