OMO ft. 2NICHE4DAPARTY Lyrics

I've been really on my own, yeah

No one wanna speak to me, yeah

No one hit my phone, yeah

Ayy, don't talk to me in my zone, yeah

When I blow up outta here, but Dallas still my home, yeah

Ayy, I'll be running cross the globe

Yeah, my drip all dark, but still, you know I'm gonna glow

Making music, making hits, yeah

Soon be on the road, yeah

Smoke my weed just for the stress and just to get my zone right, yeah

Give a fuck about a hoes life

Don't care what you told me, baby girl

Go get your own light

I should be left alone, but

I'll be alright

One day I'll be chilling with my friends in the spotlight

We can pretend shit, be up, yeah, even in a decline

Please, I promise, baby, I know shit, yeah, I'll be just fine

Yeah, I promise to use my drive

I don't give a fuck no more, I think I might as well die, yeah

Babe, I only want the truth

I don't want your lies no more, I only want just you

Smoking on my pack, bitch, run away and hide

When I'm feeling blue, I go cut off all my ties, ayy

I've been really on my own, yeah

No one wanna speak to me, yeah, no one hear my phone, yeah

Ayy, don't talk to me in my zone, yeah

When I blow up outta here, but Dallas still my home, yeah

King of the dead, yeah, lord of the trees

I'm a REJEXK, baby, I can never be thee

I'm the Lorax, bitch, yeah, coming out the tree

With some shotgun shells and cutters on me

I like to get hands-on, really hold the heat

With my box cutter knives and a rack, get busy

We an empire, like the Byzantines

But we never fall off, you can get it, baby

You a pussy-ass boy, I'ma put you in the grave

Don't look at me, you better behave

You a bitch-ass boy, I'm a real-ass man

And I'm getting all the bands and I'm getting all the racks

If you come upon me, I'ma put you in the mat

I'ma roll you up, I'ma smoke that pack

Bitch boy, don't look me right in my eyes

I don't really give a fuck no more

Man, I'm gonna die, I'ma die from these black lungs

I've been really on my own, yeah

No one wanna speak to me, yeah

No one hear my phone, yeah

Hey, don't talk to me in my zone, yeah

When I blow up outta here, but Dallas still my home, yeah

I've been making money, making moves

We counting up the shows now

REJEXKS, CS, TMI, we moving like some pros now

Promise I'll do everything I can, can't let my bros down

Promise that i'll never hurt again, this one my hometown

Promise I won't slow down

Made a lot of promises and shit, I gotta hold down

I can't do it all, my friends, they know I'm on my own now

One time I was broke, I got a pound, we counting till now

Now I'm on my, now I'm on my own how

Working toward a million, I'm working off my phone now

Saving up for billions, but saved up more like 4 thou

Need to see the vision, baby, I need me a Porsche now

They don't wanna listen lately, I just need a sports car

They can call me crazy, but I still give them my whole heart

Ay, don't talk to me in my zone, yeah

When I blow up outta here, but Dallas still my home, yeah