On My Own

When I shoot off the Glock, it's anynonymous Making money moves, bit off that powder dust

Looking up, man, I hope that she proud of us Boy, don't talk to me if you ain't part of

this I know that's not some shit that you wanna

hear I just ran up the back, had to persevere

They say God got the world, but I wanna steer I can tell that's the end and it's coming near

Buddy with the boy, put you on the white team These niggas gon' fold and sell it like weed

Making my life 180 Bad lil' bitch, she know she ain't the spicy

She fucking with True, cause she hella lame, man

Took her on the road, cause she wanna sightseeing When she out the booth, she used to see a psychic

She was on the phone, this is what she told me