All By My Lonely

(Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun) Niggas don't wanna see me shine I swear to God as my witness, it happens every time They hate my climb, and block my lime But lemme tell you this here little light of mine, it's fine I was born by my God-damned self Way I see it, I’mma die by my God-damned self Lord willing, long as I be forgiven myself I pray to God I’m not a burden for anybody else Got my own two-step, keep my chin to the sky All my so-called friends all done moved to the side Got a drawer full of them bills, they pile sky high Don't nobody give a damn and I don't care to ask why That's why I be on a mission, I'm watching my own behind My future is right in front of me, wifey is on my side Middle finger to all you niggas who'd rather see me drown They ain't like a nigga then, but they hate a nigga now My game's too strong, my flow's too heavy Ain't a thing slowed down since I first dropped B.L.E.V.E If this money's up for the taking, then you better never let me Snatch it down by my God-damned self, I'm ready (Hook) Do it all by my lonely My own family disowns me Surrounded by a lot of phoney homies (x2) (Verse 2: BG Bulletwound) I feel trapped in it That's why I'm posted on the block At the spot with the chops With the packs in it Pill bottles filled up With the crack in it No more tours for the B That's why I'm back in it I'm out'chea Cause I ain't got nobody Yeah I hustle for this shit Cause I ain't got nobody Ain't no duffle bags Tossed out, no Maseratis Ain't no tossing on deals Bottles and afterparties Niggas look at you funny They say he done with it The same niggas you helped with a brand And hung with it See I don't fuck around Fuck 'em niggas, fuck em now I keep it moving like public transit So buckle down Yeah I'm deuce boy Yeah I'm the truth boy Yeah I got family that'll do ya dirty for the loot boy A cold game in this motherfucker It's like that But I win the end homie Despite that (Hook) (x2) (Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun) You see, a friend is always there when you ain't got it As long as you got a true homie, you got an extra pocket Wrong as you wanna be, they there to help ya fix the problem All of the phonies be gone when you hitting rock Fuck em against the wall, they babies don't grow I'm the last of a dying breed living out the MO My sucker repellent's on and my balls hung low And say whatever I want cause real niggas say it's so You heard I'm a beast, a monster in disguise Ran as fast as you could, seen the envy in your eyes Don't wanna see a nigga stack dough and get rich You'd rather see a nigga flat broke and poor piss Miss me with the B-U-Double L- shit And every other hating nigga that you came with This the "Whom it may concern", sign it to you with my dick I'mma do it with or without you Better phone me if I (Hook) (x2) We get it in, we get it out (x3) You ain't give a nigga shit, get the fuck up off my couch nigga