J.Shep - On My Own Lyrics

Got it on my own, ain't have nobody out there help me get it
I manned up on my own, ain't ask nobody for permission
Put a couple racks inside my jeans, and showed em I mean business
I'm taking off on all these niggas, bout to go the distance
Got it on my own ain't have nobody out here help me get it
I manned up on my own, ain't ask nobody for permission
Put a couple racks inside my jeans, and showed em I mean business
I'm taking off on all these niggas, bout to go the distance
I'm taking off on all these niggas bout to jump the fences
Said f*ck the mud, I had find the strength to hop the ditches
I put my best foot forward, don't you see me at the finish
Got so much under my belt, I gotta hold my britches
And it's straight to the money, never fumble that
I'm tryna cook me up a meal, say where's the Hungry Jack
I got a bad bitch, real smart, ass fat
Gave her 5 and got the 4 for 4, I need my dollar back
Say it don't matter, get the platter, girl I'm still gon save it
Chase the money, that's the focus, you just entertainment
These hoes ain't nothing unless they pussy pop and head dangerous
Say she love the dope boy, gave her dick, but ain't had do no slanging
Got my ass, ran the bag up, I ain't do no faking
Hungry with no money, but still ate that shit there changed me
I kept my head up, took the step up, now my life amazing
And now I'm telling all y'all niggas, go and do the same shit
Got it on my own ain't have nobody out there help me get it
I manned up on my own, ain't ask nobody for permission
Put a couple racks inside my jeans, and showed em I mean business
I'm taking off on all these niggas, bout to go the distance
Got it on my own ain't have nobody out there help me get it
I manned up on my own, ain't ask nobody for permission
Put a couple racks inside my jeans and showed em I mean business
I'm taking off on all these niggas, bout to go the distance
Say why you hating?
Told them niggas I ain't one to say shit
Ain't nobody round here eat with me, so nigga don't have graces
No graces? Face it, nigga what you saying?
Slim boy why you playing, nigga go ahead and sang it
Man stop playing
Ask my partna, nigga what you chasing?
Pussy come and go, the only thing that change is faces
Tryna meet you at the top, but nigga now we racing
Time ain't on your side, so nigga don't you ever waste it
Do no wasting
You always got two choices, have your brain split
Get the money how you get it, but I don't respect no taking
Niggas don't be saying, cut the music they lip singing
Hate and envy, quick to throw the rock, but hide your faces
Either be the judge or defendant, you catching cases
Pulpit or the pews, either way you do the saving
Doctor or the patient, either way your heart still racing
And yo name gon still get honor on the plaque or on the pavement
Got it on my own ain't have nobody out there help me get it
I manned up on my own, ain't ask nobody for permission
Put a couple racks inside my jeans and showed em I mean business
I'm taking off on all these niggas, bout to go the distance