because I'm doing fine On my own I'm better off On my own Feel the cold of my hands That's the price for moving on Taste the shame on my lips I know
because I'm doing fine On my own I'm better off On my own Feel the cold of my hands Thats the price for moving on Taste the shame on my lips I know
Just because I'm doing fine On my own I'm better off On my own Feel the cold of my hands Thats the price for moving on Taste the shame on my lips I know
And boy they love to fuck You gaze upon me As hate drips from your eyes I feel no consequence In spite of my demise, so... Call for your savior As he hangs on
Get On Drop That Louie Purse And Leave That Phone I Kno You Mama She Might Call Me Wrong But Ima Take You For Everything You Own Hurry Up Cuz My New Bitch On
a million, before the cemetery So I keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on cocking If my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin I ain'
back, fuck you, I made it to the top ten on my own And every bitch in every city is singing my song Imagine that I use to sleep on a corner Even in year
cause days are shorter And times are harder, I'm fighting to keep my head above water Cause I got to protect myself from the evil of my own people The
rest All my sins are forgiven for living violently With a gun in my hand, I'm creeping up on them moving silently They left my peope alone when my cutlass
a saw de ghetto run a so the politician do it dem bring in a bag a gun and barrage a thing and seen run up on youth on youth And then when you check it
in disguise When you find out your pregnant No money, no home And even though you all alone You'se got to do this on your own So baby go on I wish
mob as big as the globe To live and die as a millionaire, on .. Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and
rear And like a fellow returns to us... he speaks Cause I'm the most slept on, west side ... motherfucking untouchables with the lbc click nigger, bad boy killing
step therapies, under the assumption My function's to operate on fear and consumption But, I get daps when I spit my rap With more Pats on my back than
dying Play me a song to set me free Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me Here on my own now after hours Here on my own now on
I think I love that boy Do anything for that boy Ooh ooh ooh ooh Now I'll never be the same You and me until the end Me and my boo and my boo boo riding
make it on my own But I can get through anything if I done made it through the storm And uh, now I'm killin' at night, Killin' that night life on the
Like My Daddy, Stuntin Like My Daddy Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy Stuntin Like My
