I be rowling on my own I be smokin' on my own Gettin high up all alone Got too many problems Don't know how to solve em Momma be asking when im coming home ♪ Told her as soon as i cop her a home Been in my bag and i been on the road Too many problems i dont know no more All i wanted was the piece yeah But i ain gettin any sleep yeah And day after day im just thinking about dough Guess its the life that i chose But my life is s movie Swear i really fuckin do And i do it for my little nigger For him il turn into a shooter Fuck it all and be famous Sware to God i really hate it I just wanna get the paper And i wanna be the greatest. I be rowling on my own I be smokin' on my own Gettin high up all alone Got too many problems Don't know how to solve em