Alex Tracy - On My Own Lyrics

Can't rock with no snakes
Aye
Can't ride with no fakes
Aye
N*ggas pocket watching
Wanna see how much
He's made
Aye
N*ggas page stalkin
Wanna see me in the grave
Make that money work for me
Then put it in a cage

Real n*ggas f*ck with me and
I don't care for who don't
I been taking it easy
On these n*ggas
Spared them too long
Had to go and get my weight up
Just like a sumo you know
I be chilling with the dawgs
Basquiat and Cujo
One's keepin me
In my lane
Ones's ready to go kick doors
Keep my focus on the arts
Adding more to my legacy
Who that they say is ahead of me
Running up on them they
Swear he's an athlete
N*ggas get mad
Wanna send n*ggas after me
Claim they can rap
Until they have to rap after me
On this beat I'm the reaper
She begging me to go deeper
I dug her out she a screamer
Only f*cking with the dreamers
Said that the schemers
Can't please her
Record when I'm up in them guts
Put her on a track now she
A feature
A lot of these n*ggas
Be talking that sh*t
But
Don't live
What they preaching
These n*ggas fiending
Watch how they moving
We call them ticks 'cuz
These n*ggas leaching
Waiting for you to come up
Just to ask you for pieces

Smoking that dope on the bleachers
N*ggas is high
N*ggas is speechless
Got n*ggas who wanna be
One with they demons
What they been through
No tell
Oh well
Sellin dope by the wholesale
Don't buy what no hoe sells
Cooking up rotel
Know that I roll well
I'm rolling up on the backseat
Tell them get at me
Houston Atlanta to Cali
Move across the map
So can't nobody track me
Laugh when new n*ggas
Think they can out rap me
She say I'm cocky
Kinda like Rocky
Smelling like weed
In the lobby
B*tch I'm feelin like
I'm Bobby
Marley no Shmurda
There might be a murder
If I find out this n*ggas
Putting his hands on his b*tch
Yuh
N*ggas get hit by a fist
Yuh
P*ssy n*gga won't do sh*t
B*tch

Lemme relax
I'm still in the booth
N*ggas is fu
She gone off the juice
I stay in the studio
Making these tunes
Refuse to be labeled bafoon
Don't care about these n*ggas
Don't care about these b*tches
I see most of y'all as food
When I'm in the booth
The lion is loose
Don't come up asking for the loot
Won't catch me in DMs
Chasing no clout
Or taking handouts
What's the hype about
Heard you selling out
Call that the easy route
There ain't no easing out
Talked to my n*gga he said
If the music's how I'm trying to be fed
Why don't I sellout instead and
Get to the bread
That's just not how I was bred
Rather get it on my own
I've never been silver fed
That sh*t is dead

Yea
On my own
Catch me in my zone
Yea yea
Leave me alone
Can't build with
No clones
Yea yea
A lot at stake
Killed off all my snakes
Yea yea
Can't trust a fake
Wanna rob me from my fate
Yea yea
This my song
DJ put me on
Yea yea
Danny Phantom
This gas got me gone
Yea yea
On my own
Catch me in my zone
Yea yea
This for my fakers
Since I won't see y'all later

I'm Gone