On My Own (feat. Reel)

Yeah, hit me wit the snares Fresh Just the snares Fresh I like the snares Fresh I'ma ride the snares all the way Through this thing right here man I'm section Weezy baby Test once again' (what up) This is what they call me, bitch Eagle, Eagle Carter Man In a '96 Regal contraband On my way to the east to the laundromat Gotta wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I gotta do somethin' I done blown my last Dollar holla at ya boy on the ave In that Jeep Pidico is what I'm known to have Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask And make it halloween and take all ya bags I say Holly-Holly Grove won't you go on and stand Fuck it, make these muthafuckas understand I say look coach ya pitchin' at me underhand But I'm a designated hitter, I adjust so fast Y'all been designin' woman, I'm a womans man I'm the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and They say they want the drugs to stop But I'ma major set back when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mammy's pot I got that jet black 4 at ya mammy's spot I'm tryna get back door I demand it now Yeah, panic now you better pan it down 'Fore the neighbors they overhear me tearin' it down Here's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, The Prince This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on And the handgun is so included Don't get it confused I want no confusion And keep ya hoe I don't want yo contusions I make my hoe stop and let the dough keep movin' A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance It's money over bitches that I'm gon keep provin' Yes it's Weezy F. I got ya mama groovin' Out of all the Hot Boys she say I'm the coolest I bought my bag of oranges this time to juice it This game is a bitch and I'm tryna seduce it I floss a awful lot of haters tryna reduce it But the laser on the 45 is eyein' ya stupid, oh One shot to remind ya who is That fly lil nigga thats behind the trigger, Wizzle I'm off chronic combined wit liquor But niggas'll never see me like mama tigger, oh A 80's baby, a fightin' nigga I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga I'm somethin' ya culpepper like a Viking slick See me over the Viking stove and I'm whitin' bricks Or in the middle of the shootout untightin' clips Pop another one shoot back while lightin' this spliff I do this, you catchin' my drift? Representin' wit my section on my belly and shit I am the prince This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on So roll the carpet out 'Cause you fuckin' wit a nigga from the royal south See ya either in or ya out And if ya out stay in 'cause them warriors out Them vultures the cops and them lawyers out I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out Nah, nigga I never call ya house I'm probably somewhere takin' Toya out Not answerin' my phone man ignorin' ya spouse She leavin' messages about me enjoyin' her mouth, aye, stop I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name nah better yet point em out, aye Me and the streets got a joint account I'm from the streets that ya need to be warned about New Orleans woadie put the gat in ya mouth And we tote a lot of iron that'll flatten ya out Few roaches but never have no rats in his house Never tell on one another leave that in the house Always been a small hustler move my packagin' out I ever run into some trouble send them savages out These niggas talkin' sweet I get them cavities out I got graveyard flyers man I'm passin' em out, aye Bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground And bow down to ya majesty now, I am the Prince This is my town, my home, yeah This is my crown, my throne, (The prince) This is me on my own (The prince) Let's get it on (The prince) This is my town, my home (The prince) This is my crown, my throne (Weezy) This is me on my own (By my self so niggas guess what) Let's get it on