The Regime, Taisha Latrelle, Young Bossi, Ampichino, Yukmouth - On My Own lyrics
[The Regime, Taisha Latrelle, Young Bossi, Ampichino, Yukmouth - On My Own lyrics]
Been away too long
So everything that I done, I done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own nigga
Man these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me
(No mo')
It's been awhile since the song cried
Fresh from a funeral, my dog died
I've been dealing with this pain
For a long time
I've been waiting for a change
But this the wrong kind
It would never be the same, this a long ride
I'm glad that I made it
But this the wrong time
Everybody I wanted to share this life with
Is either dead or locked in a cell
Over this white shit
In the night when I'm sleep
I'm having dreams
Of my niggas cold chillin'
Them dealers living like kings
Getting no rest, smoking tree for breakfast
Money don't matter no more
When you in the essence
Was my nigga loyal and
Down? I never questioned
Going up the wrong road
Do you have any suggestions?
He said get closer to God
And learn your lessons exercise your mind
Use your words as your weapons
Been away too long
So everything I that I done, I done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own nigga
Man, these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me
(No mo')
My right hand man died, I missed his funereal
I couldn't go and view my
Nigga body at no funeral i pray for you
Asking God why they have to shoot the bro
I'm used to seeing my nigga ballin'
And fuckin on these groupie hoes
He was poppin' Rose mo i was sippin' Julio
Eights on his lac, selling packs
Out my studio strictly business, usual
We flip the twin benzos
Mine was platinum on them 4's G
Yours was black on lorenzos
We had matching dragon pieces
Yours was black and mines was white gold
Touring overseas and sent me fuckin'
On them white hoes click full of psychos
D-Y and B-G
The first YG to flip the Lambo and GT
Salute my nigga P-B
The prince of the streets
Pretty Black, Mob Nigga
Getting rich in the streets
Haters took my nig away
Now he missing the streets
Money over everything
Until the mission complete
Rest in Peace Black
Been away too long
So everything I that I done, I done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own nigga
Man, these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me
(No mo')
Lost so many niggas, the streets so cold
My heart froze, can't shed tears no mo'
Used to post at the sto'
Getting money, fucking bad bitches
I treat ya son like mine
Nigga we still flippin' we still rockin'
Keep the block poppin'
It's bucks over fame, and ain't no stoppin'
In the kitchen, chef'n up another batch
Chops on deck, grittin' hard for the stacks
Free Big Cuz and my nigga Ray Nitty
The streets feel me
We move mean in every city
Four a lean in my soda
We pitchin' 'til it's over
Keep my grass cut, and my enemies closer
To my dead niggas and my niggs in the pen
One love from the Bos
Nigga we gon' meet again im pourin clear 10
In my Rosé
Holla'n at Jose, pollitic'n 'bout this cake
Been away too long
So everything I that I done, I done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own nigga
Man, these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me
(No mo')
So everything that I done, I done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own nigga
Man these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me
(No mo')
It's been awhile since the song cried
Fresh from a funeral, my dog died
I've been dealing with this pain
For a long time
I've been waiting for a change
But this the wrong kind
It would never be the same, this a long ride
I'm glad that I made it
But this the wrong time
Everybody I wanted to share this life with
Is either dead or locked in a cell
Over this white shit
In the night when I'm sleep
I'm having dreams
Of my niggas cold chillin'
Them dealers living like kings
Getting no rest, smoking tree for breakfast
Money don't matter no more
When you in the essence
Was my nigga loyal and
Down? I never questioned
Going up the wrong road
Do you have any suggestions?
He said get closer to God
And learn your lessons exercise your mind
Use your words as your weapons
Been away too long
So everything I that I done, I done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own nigga
Man, these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me
(No mo')
My right hand man died, I missed his funereal
I couldn't go and view my
Nigga body at no funeral i pray for you
Asking God why they have to shoot the bro
I'm used to seeing my nigga ballin'
And fuckin on these groupie hoes
He was poppin' Rose mo i was sippin' Julio
Eights on his lac, selling packs
Out my studio strictly business, usual
We flip the twin benzos
Mine was platinum on them 4's G
Yours was black on lorenzos
We had matching dragon pieces
Yours was black and mines was white gold
Touring overseas and sent me fuckin'
On them white hoes click full of psychos
D-Y and B-G
The first YG to flip the Lambo and GT
Salute my nigga P-B
The prince of the streets
Pretty Black, Mob Nigga
Getting rich in the streets
Haters took my nig away
Now he missing the streets
Money over everything
Until the mission complete
Rest in Peace Black
Been away too long
So everything I that I done, I done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own nigga
Man, these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me
(No mo')
Lost so many niggas, the streets so cold
My heart froze, can't shed tears no mo'
Used to post at the sto'
Getting money, fucking bad bitches
I treat ya son like mine
Nigga we still flippin' we still rockin'
Keep the block poppin'
It's bucks over fame, and ain't no stoppin'
In the kitchen, chef'n up another batch
Chops on deck, grittin' hard for the stacks
Free Big Cuz and my nigga Ray Nitty
The streets feel me
We move mean in every city
Four a lean in my soda
We pitchin' 'til it's over
Keep my grass cut, and my enemies closer
To my dead niggas and my niggs in the pen
One love from the Bos
Nigga we gon' meet again im pourin clear 10
In my Rosé
Holla'n at Jose, pollitic'n 'bout this cake
Been away too long
So everything I that I done, I done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own nigga
Man, these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me
(No mo')