Did It On My Own

[Verse 1] I buy a rollie, my dog he buy a Audemars Cop off, cop off, we havin' a copoff You the type off nigga to tip a cop off Miami nights and I'm riding with the top off Two bitches on my dick they havin a top off Have 'em screamin' in the ghost, phantom of the Opera Please excuse all these diamonds in my Tic-Toca All this gold on me lookin' like a fuckin' Oscar You claim you Thug but you friends with the judge And that tellin' shit yeah its probably your honor And I'm finna put a slug up in a pretender cause these haters'll be the one that'll be the main jocker And I'm colder than winter but I'ma winter shop at Lenox ATL balling with my whole damn blocka Don't owe a nigga or a bitch shit All my old hoes actin' like they miss me But they need to stop it Now they found out I got a few dollars Now they wanna holler But I still make a bitch chew and swallow Sippin' champagne out the motherfuckin' bottle Swear to god I almost fell in love with a model Til' I found out she fucked the whole 2 Live Crew, wait She fucked the 2 live crew? I ain't even know they still had a deal Shoutout to Uncle Luke I wanna be just like you Rest in peace to my cousin Kurt I swear to god I wanna get those niggas The same way they got you [Chorus] Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own Cars crib and the money Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own You can hate I think its funny Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own Cars crib and the money You can hate I think its funny Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own Cars crib and the money You can hate I think its funny Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own Cars crib and the money You can hate I think its funny Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own Cars crib and the money You can hate I think its funny Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own [Verse 2] Told my momma the rap shit was a joke Til I came in the crib with that Givenchy coat My grandma been with it from the jump Fuck the slice she can have the whole loaf Member when my cousin grind all night Ran out of work, so he started choppin up soap Wish I was there the night he got shot, R.I.P to weat Now me Sia and gonna fuckin' toast for all the niggas didn't make it out the fuckin, makin sure its all good I need to put a lot money on my Uncles books So I keep making tracks by the fuckin' flood Now I get a lil fame now all the bitches lovin' us Man I swear thats how it never was Philidelphia niggas we all animals They tell me to slow down I start sippin' mud And the shit I never was into Stage divin', 50 thousand in the fuckin' venue Niggas talkin bout they know the real you Listen to you're track, say you're trash, but they feel you Listen to you everyday but try to grill you Write the worst verses on your instrumental I make the speaker bleed like a fuckin' menstrual Same crackers paying me a beatle wasn't in to [Chorus] Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own Cars cribs and the money Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own You can hate I think its funny Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own Cars crib and the money Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own Cars cribs and the money You can hate I think its funny Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own Cars cribs and the money Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own You can hate I think its funny Cars crib and the money Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own You can hate I think its funny Yeah I did it on my own Yeah I did it on my own