Cyri - On My Own (Prod. By Artem)

Man the night it's feels so bright
Bitches be lit not talking lights
I mean those sights
In the middle of the night
When the bitches wanna talk
And the niggas wanna fight
I mean
Many 'ships went down I seen
Spent 20 pounds on a pound I seen
Too many niggas and too many bitches
On drugs and drive by drown you see
Keep on talking to them thug niggas
Non-charged looking for a plug niggas
Not a connect or a drug dealer
But straight up, you would think I was nigga
With the way I talk
And the way I walk
But nah I'm way above a plug nigga
Cuz the way I walk
Cuz the way I talk
But wait Hold up nigga

There's No time to talk
Bills
I support
Real
So I don't give a fuck what you kinda feel
Well
I've been tryna get it on my own
And you already know that you're niggas coming strong

Been chasing them commas
And the bitches Chillin with them Ill nanas
I ain't with the drama
So leave all that shit with mama
Look at me now
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me now
Aren't you so proud
I got it in piles
The money, the bitches, got everything now
Yea
I did it
And the haters scared to admit it
Cuz they would be puttin me down
But you so lucky ya' boy come around
And still chill for a little at a time
But I don't really give a fuck I'm Finna fucking shine
Finna get this paper
Man I'm Finna' fucking grind
Finna' get this money
Man I'm Finna' get some time
Time to just chill with my bitches on the real
And my niggas too, man that's just how I feel

There's No time to talk
Bills
I support
Real
So I don't give a fuck what you kinda feel
Well
I've been tryna get it on my own
And you already know that you're niggas coming strong

Written by:
Cyri

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