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lil poppa - on my own lyrics

[intro]
yah
life is crazy, yeah

[verse 1]
granny say a hard head make a soft -ss (soft -ss)
’cause i was down to do whatever if it’s ’bout cash (’bout money)
hopped in some beef and now we screaming, “f-ck the other side” (yeah)
could’ve died from a homicide but i’m still alive (i’m still alive)
i’m still the golden child in god’s eyes (in god’s eyes)
even if i grab that cutter, and go spend ’bout my brothers (spend ’bout my brothers)
but that come with cases, and that come with retaliation (don’t want that b-tch)
patiently waiting to leave a n-gga on the pavement
my pocket’s heavy, so we can do it bruh, i’m ready (bruh, i’m ready)
realized i could be touched when a n-gga f-cked with desi
now it’s game time, prosper and tay died at the same time (same time)
i’m insane now, what you n-ggas know ’bout pain now? (what you know ’bout pain now?)

[chorus]
i been running through these streets (these streets)
all alone, i’m on my own (my own)
everybody call on me, but i have no one to call on (call on)
when everybody doubted me, no i ain’t say nothin’, i just proved them wrong (them wrong)
had to leave my b-tch. she was doing me wrong
had to cut my n-gga off, ’cause i don’t know what he on

[verse 3]
oh, you bucked up and f-cked up and you ain’t got no mind (ain’t got no mind)
i’m still holding it down for all my n-ggas’ doing time (for my n-ggas doin’ time)
i f-ck with the murderers who be out committing crimes
got love for the hustlers who gone serve every dime
got some n-ggas. bust that .9 eight times, hit seven (six down)
six n-ggas, five pistols, four shooters, three felons
i know two n-ggas telling, only one kept it solid (kept it solid)
and the crazy thing is he ain’t the one that caught the body (caught the body)
i guess that’s why i don’t trust n0body (i don’t trust)
i don’t wanna get high, don’t wanna roll with n0body (n0body)
would yo’ n-gga fold sh-t? i don’t know, prolly (know prolly)
i ain’t go to college, made it out the projects

[chorus]
i been running through these streets
all alone, i’m on my own
everybody call on me, but i have no one to call on
when everybody doubted me, no i ain’t say nothin’, i just proved them wrong
had to leave my b-tch. she was doing me wrong
had to cut my n-gga off, ’cause i don’t know what he on

- lil poppa lyrics

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