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freeway & jake one - my own lyrics

[intro: freeway]
love’s gonna get you

[verse 1: freeway]
n+ggas rap game’s pitiful but i’m a different individual
no pen and pad, i live it, think some bars then spit a few
if it’s time to come for you, my n+ggas actually get at you
how i spit is critical, they feeling every syllable
say he’s just a criminal, i say get off my genitals
tryna get that dinner plate, but really, i’m a gentle soul
manners doing business, everybody at the dealer know
these rap n+ggas my sons, they still attached to that umbilical
mad there was no way to find a flow that is identical
if they try to write the sh+t, i think them n+ggas pens will burst
y’all brothers only spin the block, we actually spin the globe
chasing wifey round the dinner table, left the dinner cold
cross the clique, that sh+t will get you injured and your men exposed
try to roll up on me, while i’m dolo and the fifth will burst
someone tell his homie, go and get the nurse, if this gets worse
they’ll be picking caskets out and he+rs+s, now the issue’s closed
i got that money and that fame, y’all know how this sh+t goes
chicks wanna kiss you, like you standing under mistletoes
and everybody got an issue with you
n+ggas that blew up with you
down to leave you missing if your wrist too froze
[chorus: freeway]
only child, that money piled up, i did that on my own
only boy, i took some losses, went through that on my own
no sister, had to make the kitchen crack on my own
no brother, so i had to keep a strap in my home
only child, i got some wins and i did that on my own
only boy, i took some l’s, i went through that on my own
no sister, had to make the kitchen crack on my own
no brother, so i had to keep a gun in my home

[bridge: freeway]
ignore the hate, don’t let the love (get you)
keep the faith, ignore the hate, don’t let the love (get you)
keep the faith, ignore the hate, don’t let the love (get you dooown)
love’s gonna get you, love’s gonna get you

[verse 2: sauce walka]
ooo wee
ain’t it funny how money can make you murder people that you used to hang with?
brother jealous over success, or some lame b+tch
we used to rob drive+thru’s together, on some caine sh+t
now i gotta pay off your mother, and get your brain split
black man, pimp a white woman with the backhand
what the f+ck is better? cutting white rocks on a black stand
seen my mama bubble up the h on a hot pan
looking for a vein, she d+mn near done stabbed an organ
shoot a funny n+gga with tracy, he need a morgan
four story house in miami, come see the floor plan
d+mn near broke my toe in these louis runners
she got lil buddy k!lled, but told his family she truly loved him
anything for the money, balling til we fall in any mall, i grew up with nothing
police beating kids behind the walls, but he rose in public
ain’t this world so beautiful? in real life, this sh+t get ugly
louis bags spaz for all them nights mama couldn’t cover me
made it on my own, n+gga
lil bro just got another case in the feds, caught with the phones, n+gga
ain’t n0body coming to save you, they got they own issues
tears drying up on the carpet, we never hold tissues
[chorus: freeway]
only child, that money piled up, i did that on my own
only boy, i took some losses, went through that on my own
no sister, had to make the kitchen crack on my own
no brother, so i had to keep a strap in my home
only child, i got some wins and i did that on my own
only boy, i took some l’s, i went through that on my own
no sister, had to make the kitchen crack on my own
no brother, so i had to keep a gun in my home

- freeway jake one lyrics

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