On My Own lyrics

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
b*tch I did my own
Grandma always asking why I'm never home, why I never clean my room
'Cause I had a feeling I would make it soon, sorry I can't miss my chance
Had to make some sacrifices, I try when I can
I ain't forget who I am
And I'ma walk across that stage but I can't tell you when
Eighteen and grown, ain't a f*cking kid now
I was totin' four fives when I was in mid high
You n*ggas was playing shorts, working on your mid shot
You n*ggas was practicing and we as shooting real shots
Kyrie with that Glock on me
Clip really is a mop, b*tch I'm really off the lot
Name [?] ask for it
Get it and I spend it, what the f*ck you think this cash for?

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I pay it back for it
She can get it on her own but I'll still drop a bag on her
You ain't gotta ask for it
You get what you want, you ain't even gotta ask for it
Damn girl you right, damn girl you right
You ain't gotta worry no more, girl you set for life
Hell yeah you f*cking right
Say you wanna make love to me but you f*ckin' right
[Verse 2: FlexCityStreets]
I still remember days I ain't have sh*t
L's back to back, I was tryna make that bag flip
Way before I had that foreign and that bad b*tch
My whip immaculate, they see it different how I'm acting
SOB we them n*ggas and we up now
Wrist a touchdown, all VVS bust down
Baby we can go anywhere you want now
Go and stunt now, if they trippin' they get gunned down

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
Real n*ggas never fall for that fake sh*t
I can feel in my heart, you ain't appreciate sh*t
But when it was genuine I swear it felt amazing
And just for that reason you appreciated
And these n*ggas that be talkin' I don't really play with
You throwing that gang sh*t, I hope you really bang it
'Cause these shots get to flying, n*ggas really dangling
When we aim it, it's a damn shame but I feel shameless

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
'Cause I'll still pay a bag for it
She can get it on her own but I'll still drop a bag on her
You ain't gotta ask for it
You get what you want, you ain't even gotta ask for it
Damn girl you right, damn girl you right
You ain't gotta worry no more, girl you set for life
Hell yeah you f*cking right
Say you wanna make love to me but you f*ckin' right
I can change your f*ckin' life
Fifty round drum on this forty, not no f*cking knife
Could you ride it like a bike
Got a lil attitude on her but you f*ckin' nice
Got a lil attitude on her but you f*ckin' nice
I came from the bottom, yeah you f*ckin' right
[Outro]
RBE x SOB man, that's the gang man
f*ck you suckers, for you other n*ggas I ain't f*ckin' with
Ahh, thirties, fifties, hundreds, b*tch we got 'em
b*tch we been gettin' money
Talk sh*t with the diamonds in your chain b*tch
SOB the gang b*tch