On My Own

Ain’t sending no open verse cause niggas take too long
Why you think I got too many songs on my own?
Damn I got too many fuckin songs on my phone
Aye, I’m the fuckin king, I belong on that throne

Bitch, I’ve been goin to crazy lately
Bitch, I’ve been goin to crazy on the daily
Bitch all in my fuckin face (yea)
But I only want the Blue face (yea)

Be myself, no I can’t change
Be myself, I’m still the same
And I’m still in the same lane
Want racks and recognition, not the fame

Different color masks, apart of my aesthetic
Everyday they printing cash, so I gotta get it
Feel like Fivi, I keep fuckin that lil hoе cause she a wetty
Shout out to thе people showing love, ain’t never met me

Gotta keep goin, gotta keep goin
Gotta keep goin, gotta keep goin
Gotta keep goin, gotta keep goin
Gotta keep goin, gotta keep goin

I’m making these songs, I’m making these songs
I’m making these songs, I’m making these songs
Y’all singing along, y’all singing along
Y’all singing along, y’all singing along

Making all these songs right in the crib, not in no studio
I don’t even want that lil bitch, she is a groupie hoe
Give you the whole clip, you already know I’m shootin movies
Can’t hang with that boy because he is a ratatouille

Clip full of baldheads, call that shit stewie
Ya hoe gave us all head, she gave us all chewies
Lowkey as fuck, you don’t know what I’m doing
I’m hot as fuck, in my songs I keep proving