Oh yeah
Oh yeah
(Wh-wh-who you did it for)
Whoo!
Stunta... way
Everybody say they gonna be the next one
I just wanna be the first one to put my friends on
We all need a pile of money big enough to rest on
You think your shit's a Biggie, you're Dead Wrong
Yeah, second grade our house was left gone
From the fire, staying in hotels funded by the Red Cross
I'll never forget that shit, wait till the check calls
And I'ma make a donation so fat it look like Rick Ross (HUH!)
They always counted me out
And I'm about to think about 'em when I count this 10 thou
About this time last year I was down, feeling out
I caught my bitch cheating on me and kicked her out of the house
Ain't playing games with these hoes
They wanna blame it on me now, but they the ones that made me this cold
Guess when you actually give a fuck they just take you for jokes
But if you act hood and throw signs they'll let you make 'em your hoe
Uh huh, cheat on her cheat on her
And when nobody's around, she gon' let you beat on her
Shit gets tiring don't it, baby
You're either with someone for what they got
Or you're with somebody that won't put a ring on it, yeah
I don't give 'em no time or attention
When they talking names not to play with, I'm getting mentioned
Started my career on "Who Want It" shit, I was just dissing
Anyone I didn't like, to be honest I kinda miss it
Changed my life when I seen my dad have his first heart attack
Only to witness two more, there's not an hour that'll pass
When I'm not thinking bout it
Gotta thank God for keeping him 'round me
Wouldn't be a Ronnie Gene if it wasn't for Ronnie Lee
If it wasn't for my mother, I'd never know how to function
I wouldn't have my brother, promise I'll put him overseas
If it wasn't Stuntaway, I'd be dead like a hundred ways
We not only a team, damn near my only homie, yuh!
Cause my friends list is getting low
It's not about who seen you do it, it's 'bout who you did it for
On my own
Sometimes I feel I'm on my own
Cause my friends list is getting low
It's not about who seen you do it, it's 'bout who you did it for
On my own
Sometimes I feel I'm on my own
They looking at me sideways cause I rhyme flame
But my neck looking like it should've been featured on ice age
I rate your shit 1 out of 10, it makes me irate
Best make your mark, a legacy's forever but your life ain't
I figured out what's wrong with myself
Now who's gonna stop me from coming out on top with the belt?
From going Hollywood and smoking on moonrock with Adele
From doing everything they said I'd never do, I prevail, yeah
Cause my friends list is getting low
It's not about who seen you do it, it's 'bout who you did it for
On my own
Sometimes I feel I'm on my own
Cause my friends list is getting low
It's not about who seen you do it, it's 'bout who you did it for
On my own
Sometimes I feel I'm on my own