[Chorus: 6Tusk]
I remember all them times on the block
Where it's normal hearing shots
Street lights out, mama tryna' get me home
Got 30 on my Glock, and I'm always out for opps
Never hand outs, 'cause I got it on my own, aye
Yea I got it on my own, aye
I did all of this on my own
Yea I got it on my own, aye
I did all of this on my own

[Verse 1: 6Tusk]
Free my homies out the pen
Buddha on my skin, just to rinse all of my sins
I won't stop for shit 'til we pull up in a Benz
Never broke again, I ain't with all of the trends
Tryna get the bag, 'cause I'm tryna be the man
Always save the dough, til my pockets tired of bands
Humble on the block, posted with all of my fans
I always slide on opps, never switching on my friends
Got a whole 30 shots for anybody talking down
40 shut em up, bet they won't be making sounds
Never went to church cuz I thought I had it bad
Use to sinning with my homies til my toes getting tagged
And tell mama don't cry when my face up on a shirt
Always chase the bag til mama ain't gotta work
Know they jealous of me so that's why they gotta lurk
I ain't paying mind long as rent paid on the first
(Gang)