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letra de on our own - young moe

[chorus]
imma be alright on my own
when i need em’ they don’t pick up the phone
when all the money and the b-tches be gone
everybody disappears like a ghost
so imma be a shadow
can’t n-body see me ’cause i’m living like a genie
i’m living like the devil my brother tell me imma demon
’cause i’m spreading all this s-m-n but i’m trying to get to heaven
i’m dodging all these haters
while i’m trying to get these papers so i gotta keep a weapon

[verse 1: kevin gates]
constipated – everything that i eat get regurgitated
contemplating – robbing my dog for not popping it off
snort and roamed together, ran in homes together
he a b-tch imma shoot up his car
lay low and stalk him snub head revolver
sat in a cell – ain’t pick up when i called him
could of swore when i spoke to the woman i love
in the background that i heard him talking
black and brown let the rottweiler loose
drank by myself this is my shot of goose
watch out don’t c-ck it when i got a tool
*crick* go to popping – not talking about shoes
latrell on the line he say kevin i love ya
it was boss i said i love you too bought a new crib in atlanta
flippin’ in my panamera slug to get at me
you who want static i might b–bie black you
catch you on beaver street black b–by trap you
gold on my neck b-tch, i’m out of my mind
built for that gangster sh-t and i’ll do time
flight canceled, how dare a n-gg- even say he saved me, no life jacket

[verse 2: fat trell]
acting like i don’t be f-cking with b-tches
when really i need em for money
sleeping with me – ain’t no sleeping for free
i’m a need me a fifty and [?]
i told him i got him – i lied
i shot him he died – she cried
i needed it to stay alive
they seein’ the hurt in my eyes
rolling with bricks and rolex
on my wrist and the police is thinking i stole em
let em’ release me it’s over
my studio and my stove
my young n-gg-s my soldiers
my bad b-tches with rovers
my plug with me in the porsche truck
when they see his face – all the wh-r-s f-ck
i’m tired n-gg- – no lie n-gg-
thirty shot four five n-gg-
red dot yo eye n-gg-
imma ’bout a homicide n-gg-
liquor with me when i ride n-gg-
gun on top of my thighs n-gg-
bad b-tch said she love my eye
with the pack stashed in her thigh n-gg-
that’s right n-gg-

[verse: 3]
ain’t n-body going to be around
when yo pockets prolly on e
ain’t no bros beside me
that don’t be hiding when all these problems get deep
man – they been with me since we was flithy
and now we supposed to be eating
they popping out – so i’m cropping out
and i’m photoshopping my peoples
scr-ping up money ain’t taking it from me
i’m working like i got a job
i’m making it ugly – you running up on me
i’m turning like i was a kn-b
my n-gg-s been hurting i pull up the curtain
and give it up without a problem
i’m needed alone – and they gone
and they was just blowing me up like a bomb
i don’t be needing n-body’s help
holding me up like i got a belt
rather be stuck in the cold
then be told to give up and then watching my body melt
i’m living my life
rather be riding a bike and be in the streets
with nothing to eat with my peoples
they putting it all in the mike

- young moe

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