Video On My Own de Ahmir704 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ahmir704 - On My Own Lyrics

[Intro: Mavi]
Yeah, yeah
With the— It's— It's Mavi
Man
Yeah

[Verse 1: Mavi & Ahmir The King]
I had to tell myself that my wealth is a consequence of tapping in my will
And the tabernacle built for the chatter of my demons just grow louder with my thinking 'til I crash into myself
I swallow seven and then I belched
And the pill kicked in right when my knees gave out
Remember seeing my grandma after her disease gave out
Shadows of what her body used to be
Her heartstrings still infused with me
Her eyes are still accusing me
The brightness still seducing me
The light is still reducing her, man
With it we vibe, belief, we carry inside, man
For Master Coward is kindest to me
And so I run a little faster, they tell me God gon' receive me
Her father's son was a bastard, hoping the power of feet'll deem me immune from the counting is a bitch
You can have way more than show than account in his career (Ayy)
So I never been the one to place piety in peers (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
My nigga, I'm just tryna get it on my own

[Chorus: Ahmir The King]
Ayy, ayy, out here tryna get it on my own
All this shit up on my head, I'm tryna get it out my dome
I got shit to lose so I can't let them take me out my zone
Swear these niggas fake, these bitches fake, I'm better off alone
Ayy, ayy, out here tryna get it on my own
[Verse 2: Amhir The King]
Money conversations if you hitting up my phone
Ring, ring, straight face when I'm really in the zone, hardly home
Hit you when I touch down, I'm on the road
Wood roll, good dope, wish a nigga would, dawg
Couple niggas criss-cross, we done heard the big talk
Fuck it we gon' switch the gears off in the bucket
Swear I'm done with all of that lovin' shit
Through with all that trustin'
Tell the truth from off that humble shit
Ya'll finna feel how I'm comin'-comin'
Me and you? Nada, let's be honest, it's a contrast
Good-bad, night-day, slow-fast, real shit-a false ad
Hah, foggy diamonds and glass
It ain't hard to find why they mad
It'd be hard for me to imagine sitting back
Can't do shit watching a nigga brag
Rap stupid, every goofy nigga finna get a tag and a casket
All I ever wanted was a fast whip
And bad bitch and glass wrist and bag for the fam
Shit, for that, you can have it, for that, it's no chances
'Bout that, I won't gamble 'less the dice loaded
Mic holdin', Franklin's got the pockets on the side buldging
Playboy bunnies wanna ride me for the spiked loafers
Been had it locked, I was just waiting for the right moment
Chilly at the top, I'm skinning rappers for a nice coat
Comfy in the clutch, I'm moonwalking on this tightrope
Nigga I'm just— (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Ahmir The King]
Ayy, ayy, out here tryna get it on my own
All this shit up on my head, I'm tryna get it out my dome
I got shit to lose so I can't let them take me out my zone
Swear these niggas fake, these bitches fake, I'm better off alone
Ayy, ayy, out here tryna get it on my own

[Outro: Ahmir The King]
Money conversation if you hitting up my phone
Ring, ring, straight face when I'm really in the zone
Swear these niggas fake, these bitches fake, I'm better off alone
Ayy
Better off alone, ayy
Ayy, ayy