On My Own Testo

Performed by Ampichino, Yukmouth & Young Bossi.

(Chorus)
Been way too long
So everything that I’ve done, I’ve done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they down so I do it all on my own, nigga
Man these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby I’ve been here before, it don’t phase me no mo.

(Verse)
It’s been a while since the song cried
Fresh from a funeral, my dog died
I’ve been dealing with this pain for a long time
I’ve been waiting for a change but this the wrong kind
It would never be the same, this a long ride
I’m glad that I made it but this the wrong time
Everybody I wanted to save this life with
Is either dead or locked in a cell over this white shit
In the night when I sleep I’m having dreams of my niggas
Cold, chillin in vilas, livin like kings
Hittin the rest, smoking tree for breakfast
Money don’t matter no mo when you in the essence
Once my nigga loyal and down I never questioned
Going up the wrong road, do you have any suggestions?
He said get closer to God and learn your lessons
Exercise your mind, use your words as your weapons
(Chorus)
Been way too long
So everything that I’ve done, I’ve done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they down so I do it all on my own, nigga
Man these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I’ve been here before, it don’t phase me no mo.

(Verse)
Fuck! My right hand man died, I missed his funeral
I couldn’t go a view, my nigga body at no funeral
I pray for you, askin God why they had to shoot the bro up
Used to see my nigga ballin and fuckin on these groupie hoes
He was poppin Rose mo, I was sippin Julio
8’s on his Lacs sellin packs out my studio
Strictly business usual, we flipped the twin benzos
Mine was platinum on them forgies, yours is black on Lorenzo’s
We have matching dragon pieces, yours is black and mines was white gold
Tourin overseas in Sydney fuckin on them white hoes
Clique full of psychos, DYMBG
The first white G to flip the Lambo in GT
Salute my nigga PB, the prince of the streets
Pretty black mob nigga getting rich in the streets
Haters took my nigga away, now he missin the streets
Money over everything until the mission complete
Rest in peace black.

(Chorus)
Been way too long
So everything that I’ve done, I’ve done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they down so I do it all on my own, nigga
Man these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I’ve been here before, it don’t phase me no mo.

(Verse)
Lost so many niggas, the street’s so cold
My heart froze, can’t shed tears no mo
Used to post at the stow, getting money fuckin bad bitches
I treat yo son like mine, nigga we still flippin
We still rockin, keep the block poppin
It’s bucks over fame and ain’t no stopping
In the kitchen, cheffin up another batch
Chops on deck, gritting hard for the stacks
Free Big Cuss and my nigga Ray Nitty
The streets feel me, we move mean in every city
For a lean in my soda we pitchin til it’s over
Keep my grass cut and my enemies closer
To my dead niggas and my nigs in the pen
One love from the boss, nigga we gon meet again
I’m pourin clearatin in my Rose
Hollin that Jose, politican bout this cake
Chyeah

(Chorus)
Been way too long
So everything that I’ve done, I’ve done on my own
Niggas really think they know
But they down so I do it all on my own, nigga
Man these streets so cold
And if I do it, I do it all on my own
I just wanna ride with you, baby
I’ve been here before, it don’t phase me no mo.