Video On My Own de Compton Menace 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Compton Menace - On My Own Lyrics

(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