[Chorus: Taisha Latrelle]
Been away too long
So everything that I done, I done on my own
N***as
Really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own
N***a
Man these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me (No mo')

[Verse 1: Ampichino]
It's been awhile since the song cried
Fresh from a funeral, my dog died
I've been dealing with this pain for a long time
I've been waiting for a change, but this the wrong kind
It would never be the same, this a long ride
I'm glad that I made it, but this the wrong time
Everybody I wanted to share this life with
Is either dead or locked in a cell, over this white shit
In the night when I'm sleep, I'm having dreams
Of my n***as cold chillin', them dealers living like kings
Getting no rest, smoking tree for breakfast
Money don't matter no more, when you in the essence
Was my n***a loyal and down? I never questioned
Going up the wrong road, do you have any suggestions?
He said get closer to God and learn your lessons
Exercise your mind, use your words as your weapons
[Chorus: Taisha Latrelle]
Been away too long
So everything I that I done, I done on my own
N***as
Really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own
N***a
Man, these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me (No mo')

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
My right hand man died, I missed his funereal
I couldn't go and view my n***a body at no funeral
I pray for you, asking God why they have to shoot the bro
I'm used to seeing my n***a ballin' and fuckin on these groupie hoes
He was poppin' Rose mo
I was sippin' Julio
Eights on his lac, selling packs, out my studio
Strictly business, usual
We flip the twin benzos
Mine was platinum on them 4's G, yours was black on lorenzos
We had matching dragon pieces, yours was black and mines was white gold
Touring overseas and sent me fuckin' on them white hoes
Click full of psychos
D-Y and B-G
The first YG to flip the Lambo and GT
Salute my n***a P-B
The prince of the streets
Pretty Black, Mob N***a, getting rich in the streets
Haters took my nig away, now he missing the streets
Money over everything, until the mission complete
Rest in Peace Black
[Chorus: Taisha Latrelle]
Been away too long
So everything I that I done, I done on my own
N***as
Really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own
N***a
Man, these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me (No mo')

[Verse 3: Young Bossi]
Lost so many n***as, the streets so cold
My heart froze, can't shed tears no mo'
Used to post at the sto'
Getting money, fucking bad bitches
I treat ya son like mine, n***a we still flippin'
We still rockin'
Keep the block poppin'
It's bucks over fame, and ain't no stoppin'
In the kitchen, chef'n up another batch
Chops on deck, grittin' hard for the stacks
Free Big Cuz and my n***a Ray Nitty
The streets feel me
We move mean in every city
Four a lean in my soda
We pitchin' 'til it's over
Keep my grass cut, and my enemies closer
To my dead n***as and my niggs in the pen
One love from the Bos, n***a we gon' meet again
Im pourin clear 10
In my Rosé
Holla'n at Jose, pollitic'n 'bout this cake
[Chorus: Taisha Latrelle]
Been away too long
So everything I that I done, I done on my own
N***as
Really think they know
But they do, so I do it all on my own
N***a
Man, these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I've been here before, it don't phase me (No mo')