Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On My Own, artist - Lil Poppa. Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Song language: English
On My Own |
| Yah |
| Life is crazy, yeah |
| Granny say a hard head make a soft ass (Soft ass) |
| 'Cause I was down to do whatever if it’s 'bout cash ('Bout money) |
| Hopped in some beef and now we screaming, «Fuck the other side"(Yeah) |
| Could’ve died from a homicide but I’m still alive (I'm still alive) |
| I’m still the golden child in God’s eyes (In God’s eyes) |
| Even if I grab that cutter, and go spend 'bout my brothers (Spend 'bout my |
| brothers) |
| But that come with cases, and that come with retaliation (Don't want that bitch) |
| Patiently waiting to leave a nigga on the pavement |
| My pocket’s heavy, so we can do it bruh, I’m ready (Bruh, I’m ready) |
| Realized I could be touched when a nigga fucked with Desi |
| Now it’s game time, Prosper and Tay died at the same time (Same time) |
| I’m insane now, what you niggas know 'bout pain now? |
| (What you know 'bout pain |
| now?) |
| I been running through these streets (These streets) |
| All alone, I’m on my own (My own) |
| Everybody call on me, but I have no one to call on (Call on) |
| When everybody doubted me, no I ain’t say nothin', I just proved them wrong |
| (Them wrong) |
| Had to leave my bitch. |
| she was doing me wrong |
| Had to cut my nigga off, 'cause I don’t know what he on |
| Oh, you bucked up and fucked up and you ain’t got no mind (Ain't got no mind) |
| I’m still holding it down for all my niggas' doing time (For my niggas doin' |
| time) |
| I fuck with the murderers who be out committing crimes |
| Got love for the hustlers who gone serve every dime |
| Got some niggas. |
| bust that.9 eight times, hit seven (Six down) |
| Six niggas, five pistols, four shooters, three felons |
| I know two niggas telling, only one kept it solid (Kept it solid) |
| And the crazy thing is he ain’t the one that caught the body (Caught the body) |
| I guess that’s why I don’t trust nobody (I don’t trust) |
| I don’t wanna get high, don’t wanna roll with nobody (Nobody) |
| Would yo' nigga fold shit? |
| I don’t know, prolly (Know prolly) |
| I ain’t go to college, made it out the projects |
| I been running through these streets |
| All alone, I’m on my own |
| Everybody call on me, but I have no one to call on |
| When everybody doubted me, no I ain’t say nothin', I just proved them wrong |
| Had to leave my bitch. |
| she was doing me wrong |
| Had to cut my nigga off, 'cause I don’t know what he on |