On My Own
On my own
On my own
In my zone
In my home
Boy you know
Boy you know
Oh Y.O.L.O
Oh Y.O.L.O
Yeah
Man's on the run
For the fucking Ps
I aint looking back
Back to the days
I aint got no dreams
And the OGs
Really tryna
Hold me back
Man i got
My own dedication
Only to the trap
And relation
Man i got dope innovation
And nigga won't cap
My Nigga, I did it on my own
Running these tracks
I dey on my toes
Getting these bags
I dey on my own
I no waste time
I dey on my Go Go
Bro
You should know
So much Ice
And the boy was cold
So much lines
And the boy was dope
Hold my pack
Till i reach my zone
Bro
I aint never came
First in class
Bro
I just didn't
Invest in that
Tho i was on
I was un-excited
Drowning my head
In my own excitement
Bro
Yeah
I got a dream wallai
I gotta chase the life
I gotta make it up
First in line
Bro
I aint even lying
Boda been dey cold outside
Run me that cheque
I go show your side
Give me that bread
On a low my guy
Hunting this stack
Gotta lower my line
Yo
It's been a little bit
So crazy
If Hundred Racks
Won't come
I'm blazing
I aint got time
To be out here gazing
Curse on the niggas
That be rapping daily bro
On my own
On my own
In my zone
In my home
Boy you know
Boy you know
Oh Y.O.L.O
Oh Y.O.L.O
Yeah
Count me out from disses
Lies and kisses
Man's been told
He could rap for bitches
Man's been cold
In the act to listen
Man's enrolled
In the act of dissing
Surely i'm involved
Dropped in like cannon balls
I need balls
Man's got knives involved
I don't like hiding calls
On my own
In my zone
In my home
Boy you know
Boy you know
Oh Y.O.L.O
Oh Y.O.L.O
Yeah
Man's on the run
For the fucking Ps
I aint looking back
Back to the days
I aint got no dreams
And the OGs
Really tryna
Hold me back
Man i got
My own dedication
Only to the trap
And relation
Man i got dope innovation
And nigga won't cap
My Nigga, I did it on my own
Running these tracks
I dey on my toes
Getting these bags
I dey on my own
I no waste time
I dey on my Go Go
Bro
You should know
So much Ice
And the boy was cold
So much lines
And the boy was dope
Hold my pack
Till i reach my zone
Bro
I aint never came
First in class
Bro
I just didn't
Invest in that
Tho i was on
I was un-excited
Drowning my head
In my own excitement
Bro
Yeah
I got a dream wallai
I gotta chase the life
I gotta make it up
First in line
Bro
I aint even lying
Boda been dey cold outside
Run me that cheque
I go show your side
Give me that bread
On a low my guy
Hunting this stack
Gotta lower my line
Yo
It's been a little bit
So crazy
If Hundred Racks
Won't come
I'm blazing
I aint got time
To be out here gazing
Curse on the niggas
That be rapping daily bro
On my own
On my own
In my zone
In my home
Boy you know
Boy you know
Oh Y.O.L.O
Oh Y.O.L.O
Yeah
Count me out from disses
Lies and kisses
Man's been told
He could rap for bitches
Man's been cold
In the act to listen
Man's enrolled
In the act of dissing
Surely i'm involved
Dropped in like cannon balls
I need balls
Man's got knives involved
I don't like hiding calls
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