My Own Lyrics

Yea

Howwuuh oh

I did it on my own nigga

You know that

Really I did it on my own Fuck you expect me to cry foe

Money don't matter defending my mood Moving Im Jackson Im over the moon

She say that Im crazy Im rough and Im smooth She say that Im crazy, Im rough and Im smooth

Prolly politicking Bobby Hemmitt Spirit

Ashe got me gifted I can see the mission

Monday my militia Karma shot the witness

Still a product of the skillet My daddy sat in prison so my Mama gave us privilege

Too far gone for child comprehension

The section that made me, never been seen as pretentious

Steady rolling swishers, spreading ashes in yo feelings

People too attached to the gemicks

And I aint apart of the pressure how you bite yo tongue when the truth aint questioned

And I aint apart of the pressure how you bite yo tongue when the truth aint questioned

Ya meen