On My Own

Balenciaga my jeans I'm too fly (I'm way too fly) Hop up in the moshpit shit was crazy I almost died (on God) I can't pop out with a bitch, baby cuz I'm popping out with my guys (yea) But all of them they be fake as f*ck living facades, living lies I'm finna pop off like Fourth of July I'm way too high I live in the sky (I live in the sky) Bitch I'ma boss on level nine They fake as f*ck they live in disguise (yeah) And that's why I can't f*ck with them all I'm rocking these designer clothes shit came from overseas I can't f*ck with the mall (booah) I told you I see all the clones Get your own swag, why can't you get your own sauce Man that new shit is wack I'ma just guess that you don't hear your songs Bitch and I'm smoking on gas That shit fucked up my lungs up way too strong Put 150 on the dash F*ck the law I'm racing my way home Yea I'm comfortable when I'm on my own I made it a long way I can't trust a rat or snakes They fakes I swear they look at me sideways And none of my hoes is fake I'm getting the cake I'm getting it five ways And none of these hoes I date And none that I save I'm hitting the highway Better switch lanes lil baby and stay in your place 'cuz you in my way (you in my way) Everybody know bout me they know bout Kob They know they can't f*ck with Jak (on God) I don't need nobody I just need my ego to make something shake (fasho) I got a new hoe from the bay fasho Racks that I put in the safe fasho (fasho) Balenciaga my jeans I'm too fly (I'm way too fly) Hop up in the moshpit shit was crazy I almost died (on God) I can't pop out with a bitch, baby cuz I'm popping out with my guys (yea) But all of them they be fake as f*ck living facades, living lies (facades living lies) I'm finna pop off like Fourth of July I'm way too high I live in the sky (I live in the sky) Bitch I'ma boss on level nine They fake as f*ck they live in disguise (yeah) And that's why I can't f*ck with them all I'm rocking these designer clothes shit came from overseas I can't f*ck with the mall (booah) (I told you I see all the clones) (Get your own swag, why can't you get your own sauce) (Man that new shit is wack) (I'ma just guess that you don't hear your songs) (Bitch and I'm smoking on gas) (That shit fucked up my lungs up way too strong) (Put 150 on the dash) (F*ck the law I'm racing my way home)