On Our Own

Imma be alright on my own
When I need em' they don’t pick up the phone
When all the money and the bitches be gone
Everybody disappears like a ghost
So Imma be a shadow
Can’t nobody see me 'cause I’m
Living like a genie
I’m living like the devil my
Brother tell me Imma demon
'Cause I’m spreading all this semen but
I’m trying to get to heaven
I’m dodging all these haters
While I’m trying to get these papers
So I gotta keep a weapon

Constipated - everything that I
Eat get regurgitated
Contemplating - robbing my dog for
Not popping it off
Snort and roamed together
Ran in homes together
He a bitch Imma shoot up his car
Lay low and stalk him snub head revolver
Sat in a cell - ain’t pick
Up when I called him
Could of swore when I spoke
To the woman I love
In the background that I heard him talking
Black and brown let the rottweiler loose
Drank by myself this is my shot of goose
Watch out don’t cock it when I got a tool
Crick Go to popping - not talking about shoes
Latrell on the line he say Kevin I love ya
It was boss I said I love you
Too bought a new crib in Atlanta
Flippin' in my Panamera slug to get at me
You who want static I might Boobie Black you
Catch you on Beaver Street
Black booby trap you
Gold on my neck bitch, I’m out of my mind
Built for that gangster shit And I’ll do time
Flight canceled, how dare a nigga
Even say he saved me, no life jacket

Acting like I don’t be fucking with bitches
When really I need em for money
Sleeping with me - ain’t no sleeping for free
I’m a need me a fifty and
I told him I got him - I lied
I shot him he died - she cried
I needed it to stay alive
They seein' the hurt in my eyes
Rolling with bricks and Rolex
On my wrist and the police
Is thinking I stole em
Let em' release me it’s over
My studio and my stove
My young niggas my soldiers
My bad bitches with Rovers
My plug with me in the Porsche truck
When they see his face - all the whores fuck
I’m tired nigga - no lie nigga
Thirty shot four five nigga
Red dot yo eye nigga
Imma 'bout a homicide nigga
Liquor with me when I ride nigga
Gun on top of my thighs nigga
Bad bitch said she love my eye
With the pack stashed in her thigh nigga
That’s right nigga

Ain’t nobody going to be around
When yo pockets prolly on e
Ain’t no bros beside me
That don’t be hiding when all
These problems get deep
Man - they been with me since we was flithy
And now we supposed to be eating
They popping out - so I’m cropping out
And I’m photoshopping my peoples
Scraping up money ain’t taking it from me
I’m working like I got a job
I’m making it ugly - you running up on me
I’m turning like I was a knob
My niggas been hurting I pull up the curtain
And give it up without a problem
I’m needed alone - and they gone
And they was just blowing me up like a bomb
I don’t be needing nobody’s help
Holding me up like I got a belt
Rather be stuck in the cold
Then be told to give up and
Then watching my body melt
I’m living my life
Rather be riding a bike and be in the streets
With nothing to eat with my peoples
They putting it all in the mike

Young Moe

On Our Own

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