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• Artiste: Joell Ortiz
• Titre: On My Own
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Wow, man I feel like I'm on my own man (Heatmakerz, crack music) This isn't how it was supposed to be A lot of memories we shared, I hold close to me When moms were sniffing round the room, you held the toast for me I used to help your grandmoms carry her groceries I had the pounds, you used to let them go for me And when I let the streets go, I said hopefully you'd let it go too You said nah, that's a no for me I chased the music shit, you chased the dope with E I'm known globally, you hatin' on me locally I know this cause the dudes you confidin'll still go for me I told them let it go, that's real growth to me Look at me looking out for you without you knowing, B Man Let's take it to the west side Nothing's been the same since them niggas Pac and Big died And my people from the red side (Who?) RedRum and Big Y, Nate Dogg and Nip died My niggas from the Crip side Life is heads, death is tails See y'all on the flip side (Amen) Just pray with us (Word) Hip hop was supposed to save niggas from early grave diggers But it gave niggas some status and made niggas some made niggas Now I'm on stage with some straight killers When rap became a billion dollar industry Niggas became million dollar enemies Flooding the streets with guns and dope Hip hop's full of bums and jokes We were supposed to give the young some hope Look at us now, this wasn't how Ay, so I, uh Praying all of my niggas come home soon 'Cause some niggas are coming home without nothing to come home to Praying they homies come home too 'Cause some go through what no one grows through 'Cause no one's home and no one owes you, nigga (That's facts) You act like you ain't seen the hunger When the checks that we get look like your fake streaming numbers Two shooters (Uh) Both of them 18 and under And one guy shot he's 'bout to be 18 this summer (Damn) From moving grade A weed straight pastries and butter We the A-Team with straight fiends among us (Huh) Coca plants (Huh) Make the trees that make the leaves above us (Wow) And all this dope looking like baked beans and hummus (That's delicious) So pray to whoever you might get saved brother Or the devil spelled what you might get laid under (Amen) We ain't supposed to be here (Nah) Choppin' rocks with a micro blade cutter With a coke and a bowl right under the microwave cover But uh, damn