letra de on our own - nickelus f
[chorus]
young n-ggas had to get it on our own, uh
i was stuck in a rut but hopped up out that hole, yeah
young n-ggas had to get it on our own, uh, yeah
i was stuck in a rut but hopped up out that hole, yeah
[verse 1]
oh look at the irony, you ain’t got no time for me
you never seen this side of me, you do sh-t in spite of me
that was what inspired me, that was what inspired me
i tend to lash out violently, back up b-tch, advisory
i never kept no diaries, where’s my notoriety
do i gotta give out briberies, i might need psychiatry
workin’ on sobriety, smellin’ like a winery
might expose my privacies, rebel to society
dealing with anxieties, shawty, girls come fiery
she just like to fight with me so my weed come in varieties
petey he be blackin’ out, all you see is eyes and t–th
and i don’t need no man to hire me
[chorus]
young n-ggas had to get it on our own, uh
i was stuck in a rut but hopped up out that hole, yeah
young n-ggas had to get it on our own, uh, yeah
i was stuck in a rut but hopped up out that hole
[verse 2]
watching the dice get rolled, watching my life unfold
had to put down my phone, ‘cuz that sh-t’s mind control
we shopped at 5 below, it’s cold like 5 below
in the concrete still i rose, ‘cuz i’m a rose
had to get it out the mud
sweat, tears, at the club
our only healer’s the bud
thank god for the bud
n-gga came and k!lled my bud
all over money and drugs
but thank god for the bud
this world ain’t ever show us love
[chorus]
young n-ggas had to get it on our own, uh
i was stuck in a rut but hopped up out that hole, yeah
young n-ggas had to get it on our own, uh, yeah
i was stuck in a rut but hopped up out that hole
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