Young Mike (USA)
ON MY OWN
I came to murder this flow
Its progressive with this shit i grabbed the game by the throat
Born and raised in the tone just in case you didn't know
Smoking weed sippin lean eyes low, movin slow
Declined all the time
Comin from the bottom ain't no choice but to climb
Never will i sign to the devil in disguise
You got me fucked up if you think i listen to the lies
Bitch im ridin round with that strap
Sleeping on my music might as well just take a nap
Im fuckin on yo main while im runnin up that bag
I remember said ill make it and them motherfuckers laughed
They doubted everyday but now im really makin plays
She fucked the whole crew she call that a buffet
I pull up skirt skirt they gon talk nun to say
Coming from the jungle gotta recognize my hustle
Ten toes didn't stumble even when my stomach rumbled
Money [?] like its nothing everybody is stressed this is all over disscussion this the lean not no tussin
Bitch get to suckin im fuckin she love it i cause repercussions then act like its nothing
Im nothing she wish that i wasn't but i am not cuffin i left that hoe something
Bitch im up next ima count up these checks
Yo hoe give me neck she blows shit like the taste