[Intro: Phone call]
"Yo, yo, Rilès you good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ok, ok..
I saw your songs.. you know, I like that shit
It's cool, the vibe is cool.. 'Brothers'.. yeah yeah
I like 'Nowadays' and shit.. yeah it's cool, it's cool..
So, humm..
You know I make beats.. I think I can make beats for you
Let's make a project together
Let's make a song or something like that"

WHAT?

[Chorus]
Hey, I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
My own, My own
My own, My own...

[Verse 1]
Ok, you make beats
Ok, you made that
Ok, you think what you do is really 'freaking hot'
Oh you work with him?
He a copycat
And 'cause we're from the same city I should work with ya?
N***a, who you thought I was? No, you ain't the one
I got hundred motherfuckers like you on the phone
Wanna work with me only once I'm blowing up
I've been making beats for 6 years
But you for a month
I don't fuck with yall beggar-beginner ass n***as
We ain't on the same grind
Not the same hustle
Been trynna get acknowledge by the great ones
WHY EVERYBODY'S SLEEPING BUT THE REAL ONES?
[Chorus]
Hey, I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
My own, My own
My own, My own...

[Verse 2]
Ok you know my shrabs
But who the fuck are you?
Lot of rats in my city but this ain't nothing new
Ok you got the cash
But where's your brain at?
You're recording in my studio but this shit wack
They be comparing me
I was not made twice
There's just a lot of wannabes and many look-alikes
English my second tongue
Yet, I got better lines
There's just a lot of wack mcees and many lazy kinds
Ayyyy
I'm giving melodies to n***as who can't sing
They rap over type beats and their flow preheated
I'm releasing the song of the year, every week
I'm tired of yall, Imma just go my way
[Chorus]
Hey, I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
I can do my shit alone
Yay I said, on my own
My own, My own
My own, My own...