Yamine
Better On My Own
(Verse 1: Yamine)
Started off with nothing now I’m on my way to the top hill
Sleeping outside them cold nights man all chills (oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh)
She a bad bitch so I wanna fuck her to this song here
I might go to the mall and cop or go broad here
See me with the homies, but they snakes I can’t trust them (no never)
Fuck it I even got people in the family deep in they feels
I’m always all alone but it’s better in the corner
Fuck the wine I on’t follow, bout to drink me a Cola (oh yeah)
I was still 13 and had that Motorola (flip)
I ain’t even gotta cap, got clothes from my cousin
Now I’m feeding off of hate, never let people destroy ya
Them lies that they told, I won’t fold, I know em
If you think it’s true, then you out of the equation
I’m just embracin, steady pacin, man this past I’ll erase it
I’d rather be alone, then in a room full of people that hate me
One person that get jealous of the way you done made it

(Chorus: Yamine)
I’m better on my own, I don’t ever get surrounded by the fake
All the hate that they give, and I won’t take
All these hoes had my love and my heart went to break
Never again will I lend or trust a woman that’s fake
I’m better on my own n***a, yeah
I’m better on my own n***a, yeah
I’m better on my own n***a
(Verse 2: Levi)
What's he gonna do when he's better on his own
What's your point to prove that you grown hell no!
Shoot your shot live your dream we say hell ya!
Surprised when i awake don't know shit never know shit no question always shitfaced when i awake
Never take a break get faded daily may be outdated
Baby hated i bout lost my mind shit to complicated
Yeah I self medicated Self Care that demonstrated
Theres a light at the end even if it seem limitated
Ill illuminate it dream so big work for illumination sell records big like illmatic
Your bitch so problematic im moving on an now its such a habit
It was all dramatic smoking like an addict
Thought I had it it’s all a game like madden
These bitches can’t ignore me lookin like Aladdin
Tell him dream big work hard smoke herb
Play ya cards right tonight we gone be heard
I’m better on my own homie that’s the word