On My Own Lyrics

Balenciaga my jeans I'm too fly (I'm way too fly)

Hop up in the moshpit shit was crazy I almost died (On God)

I can't pop out with a bitch, baby cuz I'm popping out with my guys (Yea)

But all of them they be fake as fuck living facades, living lies

I'm finna pop off like Fourth of July

I'm way too high I live in the sky (I live in the sky)

Bitch I'ma boss on level nine

They fake as fuck they live in disguise

(Yeah)

And that's why I can't fuck with them all

I'm rocking these designer clothes shit came from overseas I can't fuck with the mall (Booah)

I told you I see all the clones

Get your own swag, why can't you get your own sauce

Man that new shit is wack

I'ma just guess that you don't hear your songs

Bitch and I'm smoking on gas

That shit fucked up my lungs up way too strong

Put 150 on the dash

Fuck the law I'm racing my way home

Yea I'm comfortable when I'm on my own I made it a long way

I can't trust a rat or snakes

They fakes I swear they look at me sideways

And none of my hoes is fake

I'm getting the cake

I'm getting it five ways

And none of these hoes I date

And none that I save

I'm hitting the highway

Better switch lanes lil baby and stay in your place 'cuz you in my way (You in my way)

Everybody know bout me they know bout Kob

They know they can't fuck with Jak (On God)

I don't need nobody I just need my ego to make something shake (Fasho)

I got a new hoe from the bay fasho

Racks that I put in the safe fasho (Fasho)

Balenciaga my jeans I'm too fly (I'm way too fly)

Hop up in the moshpit shit was crazy I almost died (On God)

I can't pop out with a bitch, baby cuz I'm popping out with my guys (Yea)

But all of them they be fake as fuck living facades, living lies (Facades living lies)

I'm finna pop off like Fourth of July

I'm way too high I live in the sky (I live in the sky)

Bitch I'ma boss on level nine

They fake as fuck they live in disguise

(Yeah)

And that's why I can't fuck with them all

I'm rocking these designer clothes shit came from overseas I can't fuck with the mall (Booah)

(I told you I see all the clones)

(Get your own swag, why can't you get your own sauce)

(Man that new shit is wack)

(I'ma just guess that you don't hear your songs)

(Bitch and I'm smoking on gas)

(That shit fucked up my lungs up way too strong)

(Put 150 on the dash)

(Fuck the law I'm racing my way home)