Son of a Bitch Lyrics

If I want it, gotta get it on my own

I'm working for myself

Until I die, I'll be alone

No uncle calling me, like where you at?

He know I'm grown

I blocked my mother's number

She keep blowing up my phone

Yeah, I think I'm going crazy, running around

You know I'm always on my doley shit

Don't need no fucking gang

I'm moving milly by my lonely, bitch

And you know I ain't gonna shoot

But I still be on my Kobe shit

'Cause I'm balling until the day I die

I said I'm doley, bitch

Don't got myself a gun

But I ain't going out like Tony, bitch

You know I ain't Soprano, I'm more of a baritone

But I'd still make you dance like I'm playing saxophone

But baby you could hear the soul in the tone of my flow

Yeah, this ain't no newbie shit

This shit is not a game

This ain't no call of fucking duty bitch

I swear I'll turn this shit into a movie quick

No shooting blicks, but we can still shoot the shits

I'm talking one-on-one with fists

But you niggas ass, I'm with the shits

I said I'm doley, bitch

Don't got myself a gun

But I still wake up every morning, bitch

But you could suck this glizzy

'Cause it's stiffy, and I'm horny, bitch

You dick-riders can't even ride dick

This shit is boring, bitch

I told 'em 'fuck the world'

But I still ain't bust a nut

Cause I don't give a fuck

I had to stop doing that

Was celibate for a minute, though

But my dick been very backed up

So it's fuck you all

And when I nut, ima need like 8 xans with some alcohol

And if I want it, gotta get it on my own

I'm working for myself

Until I die, I'll be alone

My father? He a bitch, no he do not want no smoke

Can't give my mama money

'Cause she'll spend it all on dope

Yeah, I think I'm going crazy, bugging out

I don't know why but the fuck I'm going with my life

I'm not afraid to die

'Cause I've already lived through this shit a couple times

Or maybe I'm just paying for my elders' sins and crimes

But my vibes been saucy

Niggas wanna rob me

Let a nigga cross me

My old gang? They lost me

Ain't a dime it cost me

I fed you, how you salty?

My wardrobe? You copied

And still rocking my G-fazo's

That I gave to you because you was broke

You had no money for clothes

But now you wanna act bold

Act like you ain't get smoked

Tuh, nigga, tato

You know with me, you can never, ever go toe-to-toe

Yeah, you leaked the wrong vids

Why don't you post the vid from when I had you leaking in your whip?

Swollen eye, busted lip

Stripped naked, clothes ripped

Still had my ups on

Nigga ran me my kicks

And I beat you with them shits

How you still on my dick?

Yet, you still talking shit?

You start it, I finish it

And I never, ever snitched

And that little diss you spit wasn't shit

All that crack you smoke done made your ass illiterate

You stupid bitch

And if I want it, gotta get it on my own

I'm working for myself

Until I die, I'll be alone

I don't ask for shit

I'd rather sleep out in the cold

That shelter life is different

Get me out this SRO

I said I'm lonely, bitch

I'm better off this way

I don't need no one to console me, bitch

I'm feeling like my family and my friends don't even know me

Shit, I wasn't meant to be alive

I ain't sign up for this

No, no, no, no