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the regime (collective) - on my own lyrics

(intro_chorus _ taisha latrelle)
been away too long
so everything that i done, i done on my own
n_ggas
really think they know
but they do, so i do it all on my own
n_gga
man these streets so cold
and if i do it, i do it all on my own
i just wanna ride with you, baby
ive been here before, it dont phase me (no mo’)

(verse 1 _ ampichino)
it’s been awhile since the song cried
fresh from a funeral, my dog died
i’ve been dealing with this pain for a long time
i’ve been waiting for a change, but this the wrong kind
it would never be the same, this a long ride
i’m glad that i made it, but this the wrong time
everybody i wanted to share this life with
is either dead or locked in a cell, over this white sh_t
in the night when i’m sleep, i’m having dreams
of my n_ggas cold chillin, them dealers, living like kings
getting no rest, smoking tree for breakfast
money don’t matter no more, when you in the essence
was my n_gga loyal and down? i never questioned
going up the wrong road, do you have any suggestions?
he said get closer to god, and learn your lessons
exercise your mind, use your words as your weapons

(chorus _ taisha latrelle)
been away too long
so everything i that i done, i done on my own
n_ggas
really think they know
but they do, so i do it all on my own
n_gga
man, these streets so cold
and if i do it, i do it all on my own
i just wanna ride with you, baby
ive been here before, it dont phase me (no mo’)

(verse 2 _ yukmouth)
my right hand man died, i missed his funereal
i couldn’t go and view my n_gga body at no funeral
i pray for you, asking god why they have to shoot the bro
i’m used to seeing my n_gga ballin’ and f_ckin on these groupie hoes
he was poppin’ rose mo
i was sippin’ julio
eights on his lac, selling packs, out my studio
strictly business, usual
we flip the twin benzos
mine was platinum on them 4’s g, yours was black on lorenzos
we had matching dragon pieces, yours was black and mines was white gold
touring overseas, and sent me f_ckin on them white hoes
cl!ck full of psychos
d_y and b_g
the first yg to flip the lambo and gt
salute my n_gga p_b
the prince of the streets
pretty black, mob n_gga, getting rich in the streets
haters took my nig away, now he missing the streets
money over everything, until the mission complete
rest in peace black

(verse 3 _ young bossi)
lost so many n_ggas, the streets so cold
my heart froze, can’t shed tears no mo’
used to post at the sto’
getting money, f_cking bad b_tches
i treat ya son like mine, n_gga we still flippin
we still rockin
keep the block poppin
its bucks over fame, and ain’t no stoppin
in the kitchen, chef’n up another batch
chops on deck, grittin hard for the stacks
free big cuz, and my n_gga ray nitty
the streets feel me
we move mean in every city
four a lean in my soda
we pitchin til its over
keep my grass cut, and my enemies closer
to my dead n_ggas and my n_ggs in the pen
one love from the bos, n_gga we gon’ meet again
im pourin clear 10
in my rosé
holla’n at jose, pollitic’n bout this cake

- the regime collective lyrics

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