Own Way

(album: True Story - 2018)

Ayy

I'm that nigga that they love to make rumors 'bout
Why they acting like I never pulled a Ruger out?
We could pull up to they hood, we could shoot it out
If you ain't riding for your niggas, what is you about?
Never snitched, where that paperwork you claim, nigga?
Show me black and white that even has my name, nigga
They just mad 'cause I get dough and get hoes
You old and you a bum, should've lived on Skid Row
Two Glocks on your block like I'm 2Pac
Come through with them chops, get your crew shot
Catch a fade, nigga, bet you getting boo-bop
Now a nigga need fans 'cause I'm too hot
Hundred crips, tell 'em meet me in the lobby
You need a verse, you better hit up C or Bobby
Asian nigga, kicking shit, but no karate
Somebody dying if you diss us in the party
Mix the Afficial shirt up with the Louis
A couple years back, I swear they never knew me
Look at my fit nowadays, a nigga Gucci
Lights on, extra clips like a movie

Killers on the payroll, moving when I say so
I'm just tryna put the food on the table
'Cause back then a young nigga wasn't able
I give it all for the label
You get ranned over if you in the way
They ain't understand us, but now they tryna pay
Pull up with them hammers and we gon' let it spray
Now they understand us, we made our own way

I made my own way, I'm in my own lane
I don't say no names, I'm hot as propane
We off the cocaine, I let the pole bang
So that's your ho, man? She with my bro mans
We ran a whole train, call it a soul train
Them niggas talk loud, them niggas so lame
I'm with the whole gang, I do my own thing
I let the pole bang, then you have no brains
That's on the gang
Niggas always talking 'bout they loud
You don't want no smoke, I give your ass some clouds
You a fame nigga looking for some clout
GPS, bitch, I'm on the money route
Chopper gon' turn his son into a bastard
Hit a nigga hard and disappear after
Hollow tips turn a nigga into Casper
Got his baby mama crying to the pastors

Killers on the payroll, moving when I say so
I'm just tryna put the food on the table
'Cause back then a young nigga wasn't able
I give it all for the label
You get ranned over if you in the way
They ain't understand us, but now they tryna pay
Pull up with them hammers and we gon' let it spray
Now they understand us, we made our own way