Paroles On my own Azizi Gibson

On my own

You are now tuned in to the sounds
Of the Prehistoric crew
Nah-nah-nah-nah, ayy
Nah-nah-nah-nah, ayy
Nah-nah-nah-nah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big black truck when I creep up (Creep up)
Chopper gon' give your ass a clean cut (Clean cut)
Don't let your bitch fall in like the seat up (Mmh, ayy)
Nigga, go see Jesus (Yup)
I'm fucking OP, son (OP, son)
Top tier nigga on the beat, son (Oh my God)
All of these hoes, all of these clothes, it don't mean nothing (Oh my God)
All of this bank, all of this rank, it don't mean nothing
All of your likes, especially your life, it don't mean nothing (Oh my God)
Respect my knife, yeah, yeah
Respect my hype, yeah, yeah

Sorry, but I been through hell
But I do mean well
My face turn pale
I ain't going back to no jail
I been through those rails
Can't fuck up, they counting on me
Can't just smoke all day
Shit ain't finna go my way, on God
Shit ain't on top, I'm done, God
Don't match me up with no thot, gone
Everyone that's here so long, bomb
Been here since birth, we on, nah
I don't see no G's
Just a bunch of niggas tryna be me
Y'all don't carry no keys
Niggas still payin' they fees

All of these hoes, all of these clothes, it don't mean nothing (Oh my God)
All of this bank, all of this rank, it don't mean nothing
All of your likes, especially your life, it don't mean nothing (Oh my God)
Respect my knife, yeah, yeah
Respect my hype
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big black truck when I creep up (Creep up)
Chopper gon' give your ass a clean cut (Clean cut)
Don't let your bitch fall in like the seat up (Mmh, ayy)
Nigga, go see Jesus (Yup)
I'm fucking OP, son (OP, son)
Top tier nigga on the beat, son (Oh my God)
All of these hoes, all of these clothes, it don't mean nothing (Oh my God)
All of this bank, all of this rank, it don't mean nothing
All of your likes, especially your life, it don't mean nothing (Oh my God)
Respect my knife, yeah, yeah
Respect my hype, yeah, yeah