On My Own

I had to get my mind right , so I can shine bright Make sure my rhymes tight , f*ck a limelight Fell back from them fake friends and laid low Wanted to see me do good, but not great though Well how that go? damn I guess we'll never know Cause I don't play tic for tac with them petty hoes With they fake love and they fake smiles Fake hugs that shit wild Acting like they real but they aint really down Before I go to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep The devil tryna take control of me, won't get a hold of me Outchea in these streets, kind of hard to survive Cant trust a single soul, gota keep a third eye Numb to the bullshit but, I'm still aware Living in this cold world is like truth or dare And all this fake shit got these folks really cappin Yea they rap a lil peice but they aint really snappin Been real from the beginning, thats just a given Probably why I'm still tryna find out where I fit in Tryna make a living, in a world full of critics Over-hyped niggas with they wack ass lyrics Mediocre bitches acting like they really get it Well since we being honest I'm the hottest in my city Nyah say if they like it then they gon f*ck wit it Flood the streets with the music now I guess they stuck wit me huh Outchea in these streets, dawg the world can be cold But nobody's gona get it for me, I gota get it on my own In these streets, dawg the world can be cold But nobody's gona get it for me, I gota get it on my own