Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All By My Lonely, artist - Kutt Calhoun. Album song Red-Headed Stepchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.08.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
All By My Lonely |
| Niggas don’t wanna see me shine |
| I swear to God as my witness, it happens every time |
| They hate my climb, and block my lime |
| But lemme tell you this here little light of mine, it’s fine |
| I was born by my God-damned self |
| Way I see it, I’mma die by my God-damned self |
| Lord willing, long as I be forgiven myself |
| I pray to God I’m not a burden for anybody else |
| Got my own two-step, keep my chin to the sky |
| All my so-called friends all done moved to the side |
| Got a drawer full of them bills, they pile sky high |
| Don’t nobody give a damn and I don’t care to ask why |
| That’s why I be on a mission, I’m watching my own behind |
| My future is right in front of me, wifey is on my side |
| Middle finger to all you niggas who’d rather see me drown |
| They ain’t like a nigga then, but they hate a nigga now |
| My game’s too strong, my flow’s too heavy |
| Ain’t a thing slowed down since I first dropped B.L.E.V.E |
| If this money’s up for the taking, then you better never let me |
| Snatch it down by my God-damned self, I’m ready |
| (Hook) |
| Do it all by my lonely |
| My own family disowns me |
| Surrounded by a lot of phoney homies |
| (Verse 2: BG Bulletwound) |
| I feel trapped in it |
| That’s why I’m posted on the block |
| At the spot with the chops |
| With the packs in it |
| Pill bottles filled up |
| With the crack in it |
| No more tours for the B |
| That’s why I’m back in it |
| I’m out’chea |
| Cause I ain’t got nobody |
| Yeah I hustle for this shit |
| Cause I ain’t got nobody |
| Ain’t no duffle bags |
| Tossed out, no Maseratis |
| Ain’t no tossing on deals |
| Bottles and afterparties |
| Niggas look at you funny |
| They say he done with it |
| The same niggas you helped with a brand |
| And hung with it |
| See I don’t fuck around |
| Fuck 'em niggas, fuck em now |
| I keep it moving like public transit |
| So buckle down |
| Yeah I’m deuce boy |
| Yeah I’m the truth boy |
| Yeah I got family that’ll do ya dirty for the loot boy |
| A cold game in this motherfucker |
| It’s like that |
| But I win the end homie |
| Despite that |
| (Hook) |
| (Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun) |
| You see, a friend is always there when you ain’t got it |
| As long as you got a true homie, you got an extra pocket |
| Wrong as you wanna be, they there to help ya fix the problem |
| All of the phonies be gone when you hitting rock |
| Fuck em against the wall, they babies don’t grow |
| I’m the last of a dying breed living out the MO |
| My sucker repellent’s on and my balls hung low |
| And say whatever I want cause real niggas say it’s so |
| You heard I’m a beast, a monster in disguise |
| Ran as fast as you could, seen the envy in your eyes |
| Don’t wanna see a nigga stack dough and get rich |
| You’d rather see a nigga flat broke and poor piss |
| Miss me with the B-U-Double L- shit |
| And every other hating nigga that you came with |
| This the «Whom it may concern», sign it to you with my dick |
| I’mma do it with or without you |
| Better phone me if I |
| (Hook) |
| We get it in, we get it out (x3) |
| You ain’t give a nigga shit, get the fuck up off my couch nigga |