Compton Menace

Compton Menace - On My Own lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

I see ya niggas lyin', live, check, look!

(Verse)

Bitch hate when I hit on a real nigga

She want creep on the low with the steel

Not to mention that I kept prevailin'

Every thing I did I still ?

Whole lotta haters gone and seen me on the block

A lot of motivation when ya see me on the block

Got shit on the paper, neva give in to the cops

Heep ain't know that I pay by trucks

I got a hunid down for the crew in Netherlands

I'mma still steal on that sneak shit

I'mma keep mad when ya play shit

And errbody wanna come around

Ain't know that the money round

And the hunnit crown, been pushin' bands and keep hold it down

It's more than that to be done

(Verse 2)

I know bout the niggas that's locked up

Puttin' in on they iPhones

In independent, hand on the vultures

And keep the shit like it's my home

And I only smoke when I want to

Errbody know it's real when I come thru

Know I gotta keep it still, what ya gon do?

I don't wanna fuck with a nigga like you

Seen some true niggas, everything you say on my head rottin'

Know who hatin', don't care about this

Coppin' bottles bring tears about me, look!

Got a hunid cream up this rap shit

But fuck that! I'm one good gangsta and I hit that

(Hook)

I came out short, I got a check when I left

I need no friends cuz they ain't none near to death

Same niggas in yo place done se you up fo murder

All behind an institute you ain't neva heard of

I swear to god I'm on my own, I don't trust these niggas

I don't trust these bitches, I don't need no friends

I swear to god I'm on my own, it's just me and my beretta

Cold world, so you betta wear a sweater

I'm out here on my own

(Verse 3)

I hit the strip club with my heinous bunch of models, yeah

Got drunk, do a couple bands, then got outta there

Walkin' kilo walk in the booth, bring up outta here

Hope ya counted yo money up, I got the bitch right here

I'm in the rich Compton, havin' the thug meat

Hop, the plug is here too, excuse me, is the drug meat?

I'm out here on my own, I'm ridin' around with that chrome

I'm tryin' to get these millions, your bitch keep blowin' up my phone

AKs, big Beretta guns, niggas better run

Diamonds come from Africa, where Nelson Mandela's from

Where roogah and the looney storm, goin' hella dumb

Ye wanted some prolems to be seen, that hunid round drum

Niggas wanna set me up (what?) 2Pac style

But I'm ridin' round in city, 2 Glocks style

Bout to double up, all screamin' fuck a hater

Lil nigga fuck with me?! I hope ya touch the ?

(Hook)

I came out short, I got a check when I left

I need no friends cuz they ain't none near to death

Same niggas in yo place done se you up fo murder

All behind an institute you ain't neva heard of

I swear to god I'm on my own, I don't trust these niggas

I don't trust these bitches, I don't need no friends

I swear to god I'm on my own, it's just me and my beretta

Cold world, so you betta wear a sweater

I'm out here on my own

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