On My Own

Yeah, Psyker What is wrong with these people Woah, what is wrong with these people Woah, what is wrong with these people Woah, what is wrong with these people Woah, that's why I be on my own Woah, that's why I be on my own They trippin', they trippin', they trippin' All these niggas, they bitchin', they bitchin' All these niggas, they switchin', they switchin' Yeah, these niggas, they washed like dishes In the field, I gotta stay vicious Cause they not real, they don't see the vision I gotta separate like division I'm counting the money, nigga, that's division I'm counting the money stacked to the ceiling I do it so fast, I only need a minute You take something from me and your life is finished These niggas little, they diminished I don't think they realize that I'm being serious But nigga, yeah, I'm about my business They be losing and I be winning Okay The engine run like an animal I don't have time for bitches, not available I smoke and dope, yeah, the antidote Lil' nigga trippin', fuckin' like fentanyl I don't mess with critics like fantano Sorry, but I had to let you know But in the meantime, I just countin' dope Countin' dope, countin' dope What is wrong with these people Woah, what is wrong with these people Woah, what is wrong with these people Woah, what is wrong with these people Woah, that's why I be on my own On my own That's why I be on my own On my own On my own On my own On my own On my own