MAVI, Ahmir704 - On My Own lyrics

Yeah, yeah with the It's It's Mavi
Man yeah

I had to tell myself that my
Wealth is a consequence of tapping in my will
And the tabernacle built for the
Chatter of my demons just grow louder with
My thinking 'til I crash into myself
I swallow seven and then I belched
And the pill kicked in right
When my knees gave out
Remember seeing my grandma after
Her disease gave out
Shadows of what her body used to be
Her heartstrings still infused with me
Her eyes are still accusing me
The brightness still seducing me
The light is still reducing her, man
With it we vibe, belief, we carry inside, man
For Master Coward is kindest to me
And so I run a little faster
They tell me God gon' receive me
Her father's son was a bastard
Hoping the power of feet'll deem me immune
From the counting is a bitch
You can have way more than show
Than account in his career (Ayy)
So I never been the one
To place piety in peers (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
My nigga, I'm just tryna get it on my own

Ayy, ayy, out here tryna get it on my own
All this shit up on my head
I'm tryna get it out my dome
I got shit to lose so I can't
Let them take me out my zone
Swear these niggas fake, these bitches fake
I'm better off alone
Ayy, ayy, out here tryna get it on my own

Money conversations if you hitting
Up my phone
Ring, ring, straight face when I'm
Really in the zone, Hardly home
Hit you when I touch down, I'm on the road
Wood roll, good dope, wish a nigga would
Dawg couple niggas criss-cross
We done heard the big talk
Fuck it we gon' switch the
Gears off in the bucket
Swear I'm done with all of that lovin' shit
Through with all that trustin'
Tell the truth from off that humble shit
Ya'll finna feel how I'm comin'-comin'
Me and you? Nada, let's be honest
It's a contrast
Good bad, night day, slow-fast
Real shit-a false ad
Hah, foggy diamonds and glass
It ain't hard to find why they mad
It'd be hard for me to imagine sitting back
Can't do shit watching a nigga brag
Rap stupid, Every goofy nigga finna get a
Tag and a casket
All I ever wanted was a fast whip
And bad bitch and glass wrist
And bag for the fam
Shit, for that, you can have it, for that
It's no chances 'Bout that
I won't gamble 'less the dice loaded
Mic holdin', Franklin's got the pockets on
The side buldging
Playboy bunnies wanna ride me
For the spiked loafers been had it locked
I was just waiting for the right moment
Chilly at the top
I'm skinning rappers for a nice coat
Comfy in the clutch
I'm moonwalking on this tightrope
Nigga I'm just (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Ayy, ayy, out here tryna get it on my own
All this shit up on my head
I'm tryna get it out my dome
I got shit to lose so I can't
Let them take me out my zone
Swear these niggas fake, these bitches fake
I'm better off alone
Ayy, ayy, out here tryna get it on my own

Money conversation if you hitting up my phone
Ring, ring
Straight face when I'm really in the zone
Swear these niggas fake, these bitches fake
I'm better off alone ayy
Better off alone, ayy ayy, ayy