Get It On My Own

Ok, Scale Breakers nigga Yeah It's a lot of friends right now i'm missing down at home But i'm steady on a chase got to get it on my own All these blunts to the face got to hit it by myself I was giving handouts when I ain't even have no wealth It's all facts nigga you can check the history Don't interrogate me where his bitch at is a mystery Just like playoff Jimmy in the fourth they call me himothy You telling on your brother got some f*ck boy tendencies And I know some niggas folded in that office Weed just makes me bread so why the f*ck would I get off it Flashy nigga say she like the fit I do it often Got to watch my back I know they praying on my coffin look Shit get tough Aye, but I got to stay ten toes In the dark tunnels I can see the end zone Trippin over a bitch what the f*ck you got friend zoned Miss the day ones i'll get rich it won't be long promise I got all this power in my mind feel like Tariq For that same reason if it's no bag we can't speak Just know if you listen it's meaning alot to me I put my heart in the pen and I put my heart in these beats I done seen it all I done seen it all please Closest fucking friends try to turn you a mockery I don't got no straps don't be rapping that i'm shooting shit But if he attack fighting back might just noodle him I been trying to get it on my own If you want it, you got to get it on your own If you want it for yourself got to get it on your own Got to get it on your own Scale Breakers nigga