AB3hree - On My Own (feat. SK#4)

Here they go come callin me
Don’t wanna talk on the phone
And you can keep your fake love
Cus I’ll rather be alone
I had to teach my damn self
So I’ll be right when I’m wrong
Ain askin for no handouts
I can do it on my own
Here they go come callin me
Don’t wanna talk on the phone
And you can keep your fake love
Cus I’ll rather be alone
I had to teach my damn self
So I’ll be right when I’m wrong
Ain askin for no handouts
I can do it on my own
All my life I had to fight you prolly think I’m cappin
Niggas don’t know what I go through just to keep on rappin
Put sweat and tears in all these verses you can keep your napkin
I’ll just duck on off with Jasmine just call me Aladdin
When Grandma died, I cried but they ain’t know the reason
It was cus I had some dreams she still didn’t believe in
Now they tryna tell me that her sister’s close to death
Shout out Auntie JoAnn, cus she gone be the last one left (I love you Auntie)
But damn the pain, I’m tryna stand up and be a man
I hate all of these niggas just like the Ku Klux Klan (Fuck these niggas)
I’m just tryna put my hood on, I’m Trayvon Martin
Got opps that’s tryna shoot me down, I’ll put em on a carton
Go tell Giannis they should sign me I’m mil walking
I’m smarter than niggas I sit back like Steve Hawking
Keep it 100 bitch don’t try to sugar coat shit wimme
I’m tryna keep that sap shit low cus I got diabetes (Don’t make me pop that damn insulin)
Here she go come calling me, bitch I don’t care what she said
I’m out here ducking crackers I’m tryna get to this bread
She tried to gimme her heart, but I want sodomy
Nigga I killed that cat just call me curiosity
Gotta do this shit myself can’t ask nobody for loans
All I do is send a link and hope that you play my song
They don’t love you while you here but they gone hate when you gone
So fuck these niggas they ain’t shit, I’m better off On My Own
Here they go come callin me
Don’t wanna talk on the phone
And you can keep your fake love
Cus I’ll rather be alone
I had to teach my damn self
So I’ll be right when I’m wrong
Ain askin for no handouts
I can do it on my own
Here they go come callin me
Don’t wanna talk on the phone
And you can keep your fake love
Cus I’ll rather be alone
I had to teach my damn self
So I’ll be right when I’m wrong
Ain askin for no handouts
I can do it on my own

Written by:
Andrew Bell, James Frew, William Hitchell

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid

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