Lil Poppa - On My Own




Artist Lil Poppa
Song Lil Poppa - On My Own
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Lil Poppa - On My Own Lyrics

[Intro]
Yah
Life is crazy, yeah

[Verse 1]
Granny say a hard head make a soft ass (Soft ass)
'Cause I was down to do whatever if it’s 'bout cash ('Bout money)
Hopped in some beef and now we screaming, "Fuck the other side" (Yeah)
Could’ve died from a homicide but I’m still alive (I'm still alive)
I’m still the golden child in God's eyes (In God's eyes)
Even if I grab that cutter, and go spend 'bout my brothers (Spend 'bout my brothers)
But that come with cases, and that come with retaliation (Don't want that bitch)
Patiently waiting to leave a nigga on the pavement
My pocket's heavy, so we can do it bruh, I’m ready (Bruh, I'm ready)
Realized I could be touched when a nigga fucked with Desi
Now it’s game time, Prosper and Tay died at the same time (Same time)
I’m insane now, what you niggas know 'bout pain now? (What you know 'bout pain now?)

[Chorus]
I been running through these streets (These streets)
All alone, I’m on my own (My own)
Everybody call on me, but I have no one to call on (Call on)
When everybody doubted me, no I ain’t say nothin', I just proved them wrong (Them wrong)
Had to leave my bitch. she was doing me wrong
Had to cut my nigga off, 'cause I don’t know what he on
[Verse 3]
Oh, you bucked up and fucked up and you ain’t got no mind (Ain't got no mind)
I’m still holding it down for all my niggas' doing time (For my niggas doin' time)
I fuck with the murderers who be out committing crimes
Got love for the hustlers who gone serve every dime
Got some niggas. bust that .9 eight times, hit seven (Six down)
Six niggas, five pistols, four shooters, three felons
I know two niggas telling, only one kept it solid (Kept it solid)
And the crazy thing is he ain’t the one that caught the body (Caught the body)
I guess that’s why I don’t trust nobody (I don't trust)
I don’t wanna get high, don’t wanna roll with nobody (Nobody)
Would yo' nigga fold shit? I don’t know, prolly (Know prolly)
I ain’t go to college, made it out the projects

[Chorus]
I been running through these streets
All alone, I’m on my own
Everybody call on me, but I have no one to call on
When everybody doubted me, no I ain’t say nothin', I just proved them wrong
Had to leave my bitch. she was doing me wrong
Had to cut my nigga off, 'cause I don’t know what he on