On My Own

Hustle 'til I’m living good
No college, to greed with the streets, shit was understood
Moms did everything she could, tried to keep me from the neighborhood
But I had to learn it on my own
All on my own
All on my own
All on my own
I had to learn it on my own
All on my own
All on my own
It’s mandatory that I tell my story to the world
That high yellow nigga with that Ladas and the curls
Niggas called him ugly but he always got some girls and gave that good dick
She go and tell her friends, that’s a referral
Grew up with the «cool kids», but never really fit in
Always did it different than everybody I’d live with
In High School selling pre-rolls out of bathroom stalls
Crazy like padded walls, but didn’t turn out that bad after all
Watching Moms sleep on the couch in the living room
Just to get her side of the ghetto and give her kids some room
I resented those that grew up with a silver spoon
'Cause I represented for the struggle we was living through
I remember when my Uncle dropped them hidden jewels
He said I better get in tune or police gon' get rid of you
Only thirteen serving fiends when I heard them sire-ens
Had some rocks in my jeans, almost learned what it means
Hustle 'til I’m living good
No college, to greed with the streets, shit was understood
Moms did everything she could, tried to keep me from the neighborhood
But I had to learn it on my own
All on my own
All on my own
All on my own
I had to learn it on my own
All on my own
All on my own
But I had to learn it on my own
All on my own
All on my own
All on my own
I had to learn it on my own
All on my own
All on my own