Standing By My Own

Somebody at my door step who could it be i think its twelve oh shit im stail failure what i do i aint even run from the back i was standing still looking out my homie calling my phone he said yo wemo they got man at the store who could it be he said Dee i was finna grab my coat and studdenly the police left i aint going cap i breaked a sweat check no reason to be hopeless i feel everything but keep it pushing three by three catch me if u can see flexing im a diffeent breed lesson learned no more stuck in the streets looking at my future example i can get shooters but they gotta be free i know everything with green but fuck it i know my way to the block i can ask who shot the shot in the air no heat , gone but still life stingz i feel i said nomore streets im in here thinking too deep into the next chapter i been thinking we got one after but lessons are strolling