out on my own. Out on my own, I have my own opinions. Out on my own, I control my own life. Out on my own, I use my own voice. Out on my own, I?m the
right He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night I'm so pretty like, me on my pedal bike He on my low scrunch, he on my echo whites He say, "
my crib out, can't shout F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth Threw me on the floor, called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for
my hat, Gucci my drawers Gucci my ass cheeks, Gs cover my balls Gucci my pants, Gucci my shirt Gucci duffel bag where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top my
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door Knock knock knockin' on
' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana Cops rollin' up on us, my neighborhood
other All uncles and no brother my mother?s at work My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell
on your sideburns he said im bad and he probably right he pressing me like buttons down on a friday (haha) im so pretty like me on my pedal bike me on my low scrunch me on my
He probably right He pushing me like buttons down's on a friday night I'm so pretty like We on my peddled bike He on my low scrunch We on my echo whites
When life's got you down and you can't make a sound 'Cause love has forsaken you When you're burning on fire but have no desire To put out the flames
with God's heed and drop a gem On your melon so hard it make you knock-knee And my plot's greed, my theme's murder My climax is when the heat from the
on the ground, keep my hands in sight Put the handcuffs on backseat, I'm in it Illegal search for about thirty minutes Askin' me where's the dope Where's my
me the cold shoulder But now them hoes wanna skeeze me Just because they see my face on TV, uhh Them hoes be buggin'; they come a-dime-a-dozen I'm even doin' it with my own
beat start knocking And the cuties on the dance floor Out there popping Go gurl, go gurl, go gurl Go on get your money up My flow?s so contagious delivery
place like a bunny kinda sunny Phone on my waist vibrate 'cause it?s comin' Stay in shape, last in the game is music business funny For the sake that my
beast you And I am my own writer, I don?t use dead people Chorus: If the party start jumping And the beat start knocking Cuties on the dance floor Out
I'm on them grams only reason why I ain't dropped that forty, All chicks see my on the street stop and call me, Want me to get my willy out so they can
