On My Own Lyrics

I came up

Everything I got can't fill out the mud

I hide my heart streets show no love

So I can't show none either

I'm solo, can't let no one think I need them, nah, nah

I got this whip on my own, yeah

I got this wrist piece on my own

By my lonely, I been all alone

By my lonely, I been on my own

Hold on, I got a bag

See me at Lennox, I'm blowin' the bag

My shorty conceded, she know that she bad

She do the dash while I roll the gas

They told me take my time with it

Did it myself, got it all on my own

I knew I was right, but they sayin' I'm wrong

Poppin' for clout, what the fuck did you want

Yeah, I told you I was on it, now I'm winnin

So I took it back to the beginning

Always ran the races, came in last

Now a nigga laugh because I'm finished

Get his check clear, tell a nigga pay up

I don't never sleep, goin' way up, way up

I was low-key, had to get my cake up

Catch a whole briefs like a fuckin' layup

Look, why don't you leave me alone

You niggas actin' like clones, yeah, yeah

I really done fucked with you niggas

I'ma just stay in my zone, yeah, yeah

You niggas be thinkin' you clever

I'ma just go to Beretta's, yeah, yeah

I'm thinkin' my heart is too cold

To sit in that Cadiz too better

I came up

Everything I got, can't spit out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah

I hide my heart, streets show no love, nah, nah, nah

So I can't show none either

I'm solo, can't let no one think I need them, nah, nah

I got this whip on my own, yeah

I got this wrist piece on my own

By my lonely, I been all alone

By my lonely, I been on my own

Jumped off a porch and I did it proper

Everywhere I went, man, I had that chopper

Shit, I paid cash and jumped in that whip

Cost ten a key if you want that flip

I'm an introvert, when it come to niggas

If you think you bad, go on and pull that trigger

You niggas scared, nigga, better toughen up

Cuz it's Mack 11, scat walkin' up

Hey, I dare a nigga try and snatch my chain

Shit, I been fly way before the fame

You niggas late, watch me elevate

I got steak and lobster on my dinner plate

My daughter too, but she bougie, though

I had a couple hundred, I'm like, here you go

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make cents

I own mine while you niggas rent

I heard you bought a pack and couldn't flip that

See your bank account is where you lacking at

You ain't a street nigga, homie, get a job

I'm plugged in, answer to the mob

I ain't always have it, but I made it work

Had no stressful nights with a blunt or purse

One wrong move, that'll get you murked

Shit, I grind hard, gotta drop the dirt

I'm floating up

Everything I got came straight out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah

I hide my heart, streets show no love, nah, nah, nah

So I can't show none either

I'm solo, can't let no one think I need them, nah, nah

I got this whip on my own, yeah

I got this wrist piece on my own

By my lonely, I been all alone

By my lonely, I been on my own