On My Own

Have you ever seen a gangsta that doesn’t have to second guess himself, Going down wrong roads to supply for his heart and health, Dealing with killers in the eyes when he’s talking about something cold, 🥶 Having only himself without a crew because the slum built his wealth, Fucking around with bitches wanting only one to stay close, Reaching out from the drugs and thugs to a chick with a rose 🥀 I felt animated, and I made it to not be played with, While I over celebrated the wrong times that I was okay with, Fucking around with bitches that I wish I could of stayed with, Now I really don’t have the heart to be someone who feels outdated, I got everything to be brave with and im still dealing with a lot, I got these shoes that I walk and I get lost in the brain fog, Having to have the same jog but mine really feels more of a plot Feeling that I’ll was caught like if I’m always getting stopped, Getting away from my shell, trying to not to sell, I got a rhythm that I feel, with the hell that I felt, Inside the depths, of who I had became, With the steps i take, for myself and brain, I always got so hot like i was about to melt, Feeling so disciplined, since my brown ass got the belt, Now I’m moving free while they don’t really know me well, I’m smarter with these moves like a book on a shelf, Since this takes a geek, to beat the beef and take a seat, Being street, knowing his way round on them feet, Taking you through each area to feel defeat underneath, Who ain’t a thief, that’s taking your time like it’s a loading screen, Poking a bear because you’re human enough to grief, While you just wanted to stress free and smoke some green, Just know there’s two sides to a underdog on his feet, With that heat driving you crazier enough to live or cheat,