On My Own

[Intro]
Walkin' on my own
Walkin' on my own

[Verse]
Real shit lately I’ve been reflecting on blessings
How the levy gotta break before you get attention
Your mindset could leave you broken or just fit for bending
I know I’m working in these sessions but it feel like resting

Family sleep, subconscious I feel like I’m on the creep
'Cause when it’s light out then pop in like what is you meant to be
Doing at this time, your plan A, but really plan C
I know they all with pure intentions but I got identity
That I seem to be following
No need to be groveling
Deep I been snorkeling
Angles only gettin' steeper like damn it of course it is
I eat a beat with a fork and stick
There’s no divorcing this
I’m Morpheus
Won’t force it forfeit my talent for mortgages
Y’all hatin like port au prince
My portable pen pad gone appeal to majorities
I'm in orbit a dormant portrait of Jordan before a forty piece
I’m trynna be more at peace
My shows so many colors linked like it's Olympics or some
I mean I tend to eat them beats like it’s just blue on my tongue
Red in the face, springing leaks y’all out here funding some fun
I’ve been knowin' how it’s going give the crystal a rub
Stack up all my stripes like I’m in a Yeezy hub
Every time I hit a stage I’m trynna seek a bigger buzz
Y’all like the folks that leave your side so they could kiss up on us
Y’all Nala chasing Simbas but you really some cubs
I tried to peep some of the links y’all sent it had me napping
I’m either flying texting sun or puttin down a rap and
I miss my boo boo on some tutu shit we fit like fashion
And the cat could kill a man I call her carol baskin

[Hook]
Walking on my own
Chosen few I roll with keep me sane
Walking on my own
Chosen few I roll with keep me sane

[Verse 2]
Paths I had to cross yeah
Feet been getting sore in the morning
Shout loud at the moon
Hope it’ll resolve in the morning
My faith is high like my hands
Watch em vibe in the stands
I ain’t market a thing but my heart and my band
Crushin all limitations
Still the core is the basics, yeah
Truth in my stanzas
Hold up I need a ransom
Fans out in Santa Ana and they out in Uganda
I commune with phantoms
Skeletons throwing tantrums
The propaganda they feeding us killing us like asthma
Half of the time I lose my grip
I get it back just off of faith
Just off belief in purpose that gone lead the way
If I outwork everybody open the safe
Then I'm busting out the bank
Said I'm busting up out the bank, Yeah

[Hook]
Walking on my own
Chosen few I roll with keep me sane
Walking on my own
Chosen few I roll with keep me sane