On My Own

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