On My Own Songtext
von Sumthin’ Terrible

Please believe that one
Something terrible
Saying we ain′t never ask you niggas for shit
We ain't need you motherfuckers then
And don′t need you motherfuckers now
We came in this motherfucker by ourself
We gone leave this motherfucker by ourself
Yeah, Hootie No Doubt, yeah

Moms was busting checking identity theft

I sold big dope and pimped women to death
So the hustle been in me ever since my first breath
I ain't saying the hustle perfect but I ain't work yet
I dropped out of school and turned to the turf


I still remember when the broad bust my first check
Wish I would have stuck to playing basketball
But it′s high school y′all, no passing ball
I'm a fly young dude so I had to ball
But thinking like that got me cracked by the law
Never beg for help, I rather starve instead
I rather get ahead myself, yeah I got a hard head

I′m stubborn, if I wasn't then I wouldn′t be my own man
A grown man, now I gotta make it on my own man
I'm stubborn, if I wasn′t then I wouldn't be my own man
A grown man, I gotta make it on my own man

I was hotter than the middle man
Posted on the block with the rocks

While he ride around coasting in his drop
But I gotta give him props cause he put me in the game

But I gotta make a change and go and do my own thang
So I formed my own gang and we got to getting chips
Getting rich, I'ma make it on my own, fuck a bitch
I′m going hard on the hustle, ain′t no need for me to switch
The rap game doing cool but it ain't damn like this
I′m the shit cause I made it that way by myself
No help, just imagine when I was broke how I felt
So I'ma do it on my own, all this time I been gone
Mama told me to be strong and that the hero you was on

Yeah, I′m a own man


Wake up, give thanks to God, in heaven for the rise
The 745 and the Chev in the garage
Barely 25 but prepared to reach my prime
We ain't asking y′all to share, over here we eating fine
See now we dine at Benihana's on the daily
Feel good to see my lil mama pull up in the Mercedes
We balling baby, I'm talking minks and chinchillas
It ain′t always been great, I ran the streets with killers
Sold D with dealers, popped E with pillars

I am the streets, that′s why the streets feel us
Ran the streets with killers, sold D to dealers
I am the streets, that's why the streets feel us