Song parody of
Walk Alone
by YN Top
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(I'm always on the road
In the streets I'm on my own
Now I got to keep a pole
In the streets I'm on my own
Got to keep a pole
Best believe I tote)
In these streets I walk alone
Made these bands on my own
I don't like to argue I just keep a pole
And if a nigga play with me he getting smoked
Sin city gambling I'm fucking on these cougars
And my circle real tight I can't fuck with no losers
I brought her to the crib but next day it was the uber
Got jammed with that strap so I can't fuck with rugers
My cars off the lot I don't pay for repairs
Told my dawg in these streets it can never get fair
Put up in my woods best believe its all rare
When I buy them bows best believe its in a pair
And I don't want your love I just want your loyalty
Told my dog got to hit the stu 'cause I'm off a bean
My city went down hill now I got to keep a beam
Nah this ain't what you want this ain't what it seems
In these streets I walk alone
Made these bands on my own
I don't like to argue I just keep a pole
And if a nigga play with me he getting smoked
Sin city gambling I'm fucking on these cougars
And my circle real tight I can't fuck with no losers
I brought her to the crib but next day it was the uber
Got jammed with that strap so I can't fuck with rugers
If you my dawg it's only friendly competition
If I got got is you gon' ride the mission
You heard at the lake they found body's fishing
But I can never fold I stay ten toes
Flipping loads, exotic bows, can't fuck with lows
Money moves I'm on I can never go broke
You ain't done a damn thing all you did was just spoke
Since I got up out the jam I been feeling so woke
This shit is crazy it don't even feel real to me
My dawg still in the pen its free grizzly
Can't lie off the drank I feel dizzy
I don't work a nine to five but I'm still busy
Hate rapping 'bout the shit that I do
Might be paranoid
Can't catch me lacking catch me loose
Baby I'm on the road now
Tryna get them loads now
Tryna duck them feds hope it's something they don't know about
In these streets I walk alone
Make these bands on my own
I don't like to argue I just keep a pole
And if a nigga play with me he getting smoked
Sin city gambling I'm fucking on these cougars
And my circle real tight I don't fuck with no losers
I brought her to the crib but next day it was the uber
Got jammed with that strap so I can't fuck with rugers
(I'm always on the road
In the streets I'm on my own
Now I got to keep a pole
In the streets I'm on my own
Got to keep a pole
Best believe I tote)
In these streets I walk alone
Made these bands on my own
I don't like to argue I just keep a pole
And if a nigga play with me he getting smoked
Sin city gambling I'm fucking on these cougars
And my circle real tight I can't fuck with no losers
I brought her to the crib but next day it was the uber
Got jammed with that strap so I can't fuck with rugers
My cars off the lot I don't pay for repairs
Told my dawg in these streets it can never get fair
Put up in my woods best believe its all rare
When I buy them bows best believe its in a pair
And I don't want your love I just want your loyalty
Told my dog got to hit the stu 'cause I'm off a bean
My city went down hill now I got to keep a beam
Nah this ain't what you want this ain't what it seems
In these streets I walk alone
Made these bands on my own
I don't like to argue I just keep a pole
And if a nigga play with me he getting smoked
Sin city gambling I'm fucking on these cougars
And my circle real tight I can't fuck with no losers
I brought her to the crib but next day it was the uber
Got jammed with that strap so I can't fuck with rugers
If you my dawg it's only friendly competition
If I got got is you gon' ride the mission
You heard at the lake they found body's fishing
But I can never fold I stay ten toes
Flipping loads, exotic bows, can't fuck with lows
Money moves I'm on I can never go broke
You ain't done a damn thing all you did was just spoke
Since I got up out the jam I been feeling so woke
This shit is crazy it don't even feel real to me
My dawg still in the pen its free grizzly
Can't lie off the drank I feel dizzy
I don't work a nine to five but I'm still busy
Hate rapping 'bout the shit that I do
Might be paranoid
Can't catch me lacking catch me loose
Baby I'm on the road now
Tryna get them loads now
Tryna duck them feds hope it's something they don't know about
In these streets I walk alone
Make these bands on my own
I don't like to argue I just keep a pole
And if a nigga play with me he getting smoked
Sin city gambling I'm fucking on these cougars
And my circle real tight I don't fuck with no losers
I brought her to the crib but next day it was the uber
Got jammed with that strap so I can't fuck with rugers
