Our Own

[Chorus]
We still in the trenches doing shit our own
Like why this hoe keep blowing up my phone? I'm high, leave me alone
Naw I'm, schizotypal, know I'm better on my own
And if It's smoke they want, I'm blowing shit up, you know what I'm on
Woah, yeah, you know we step on shit with ease
Maison Margiela's on my feet, I'm spending too much GBP
Me and Junior giving out free smoke, I hope you like the heat
If I can't hit you with this rambo, I'm gon chase you with a KD

[Verse 1]
I've only got 3 people on my list of cunts I'm tryna kill
If Junior tell my ass to jump, I ask how high, I know the drill
Yeah we be out up in the east end, smoking Za and popping pills
Naw he can't hang with us, we can see right through him, hе ain't real
I don't think I'm real, just becausе I'm down to take a life
Naw I'm real cause Sam be telling me, and that boy all ways right
It ain't my fault I'm gonna kill him, it was him who chose to type
And I bet if someone try me once, he ain't gon try me twice
I've been off klonopin, I gotta quit
The way I grew up, gotta keep a blade up on you, just to live
Yeah I'm still signed to the scheme, I signed my life into this shit
Hell naw I ain't getting out, this shit for life, thats how it is

[Chorus]
We still in the trenches doing shit our own
Like why this hoe keep blowing up my phone? I'm high, leave me alone
Naw I'm, schizotypal, know I'm better on my own
And if It's smoke they want, I'm blowing shit up, you know what I'm on
Woah, yeah, you know we step on shit with ease
Maison Margiela's on my feet, I'm spending too much GBP
Me and Junior giving out free smoke, I hope you like the heat
If I can't hit you with this rambo, I'm gon chase you with a KD

[Verse 2]
I'm gonna chase him with a KD, know I'm gonna run him down
Naw I'll never trust a bitch, cause they'll just shag you for some clout
Yeah me and Sol will walk you down, we keep coughing cause were smoking so much snout
You won't ever see me running in my life, unless theres siren sounds
Woah naw
You won't ever see me run
We can't get up out the streets I swear this stepping shit too fun
And I got murder on my mind right now, I thought them thoughts were gone
Woah, I think about it everyday
I'm out in traffic with a blade up on me, you don't wanna play
A couple people owe me their lives, think I'ts time they gotta pay
Covid mask on, left my phone at home, am wearing gloves won't leave a trace

[Chorus]
We still in the trenches doing shit our own
Like why this hoe keep blowing up my phone? I'm high, leave me alone
Naw I'm, schizotypal, know I'm better on my own
And if It's smoke they want, I'm blowing shit up, you know what I'm on
Woah, yeah, you know we step on shit with ease
Maison Margiela's on my feet, I'm spending too much GBP
Me and Junior giving out free smoke, I hope you like the heat
If I can't hit you with this rambo, I'm gon chase you with a KD