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On My Own (feat. Money Maka Presha)
by uno.drizz
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You're a creative genius already bro
You just got to speak it out
It's just like I
I just have a problem with just like
With just having confidence in how I do it
Like even when playing basketball
Listen bro
You either fail and look good because you tried to do it
Or fail and look bad because you didn't try at all
I'd rather, I'd rather die by my sword nigga
My own sword
Baby we can do it yeah we steady making music
I like to stay alone that's the way yeah I choose it
Young-ins trying to get it yeah sometimes we be ruthless
Sometimes I be wrong but "Guess What?"
I'm new to this
To the game I'm new
We want the money yeah we want the blue
I got the L's let's hop in the coupe
Check my jeans, yeah they true
I'ma do this on my own got to do this shit myself
Yeah I'd rather be wrong before I ask you for help (Yeah)
(Presha)
Now I'm all on my own
Bitch I'd rather kill myself before I lay here all alone
Take my own fucking sword, slash my own fucking throat
You will never fucking know just how bad you left me broke
Now I'm thuggin' on my own
I'm smoking bags full of strong and I smoke it on my own
So please don't call my phone
You ain't talking money bitch just leave me alone
Lone wolf yeah, I'm taking notes in my book (Yeah)
Got all these lil' niggas shook (Yeah)
Making all they bitches look (Uh)
At me
I got a blick with a .223
I got the knots up in my jeans
Letting it spray in the mic AR 15's
I'm rocking army fatigue
The way I be balling you'd think I'm in the league
I'm finna break off the leash
Letting it spray not keeping the peace
Young turnt' boys straight from the east
Baby I'm bout' it yeah I'ma beast
I'm in the stu I don't mess with the streets
If it's about a show I need 80 at least
You're a creative genius already bro
You just got to speak it out
It's just like I
I just have a problem with just like
With just having confidence in how I do it
Like even when playing basketball
Listen bro
You either fail and look good because you tried to do it
Or fail and look bad because you didn't try at all
I'd rather, I'd rather die by my sword nigga
My own sword
Baby we can do it yeah we steady making music
I like to stay alone that's the way yeah I choose it
Young-ins trying to get it yeah sometimes we be ruthless
Sometimes I be wrong but "Guess What?"
I'm new to this
To the game I'm new
We want the money yeah we want the blue
I got the L's let's hop in the coupe
Check my jeans, yeah they true
I'ma do this on my own got to do this shit myself
Yeah I'd rather be wrong before I ask you for help (Yeah)
(Presha)
Now I'm all on my own
Bitch I'd rather kill myself before I lay here all alone
Take my own fucking sword, slash my own fucking throat
You will never fucking know just how bad you left me broke
Now I'm thuggin' on my own
I'm smoking bags full of strong and I smoke it on my own
So please don't call my phone
You ain't talking money bitch just leave me alone
Lone wolf yeah, I'm taking notes in my book (Yeah)
Got all these lil' niggas shook (Yeah)
Making all they bitches look (Uh)
At me
I got a blick with a .223
I got the knots up in my jeans
Letting it spray in the mic AR 15's
I'm rocking army fatigue
The way I be balling you'd think I'm in the league
I'm finna break off the leash
Letting it spray not keeping the peace
Young turnt' boys straight from the east
Baby I'm bout' it yeah I'ma beast
I'm in the stu I don't mess with the streets
If it's about a show I need 80 at least
