"Landed fresh on the city I'm stuck in baggage,
Tunnel vision for money, I'm doing damage,
Using all of my struggles to my advantage,
But this hate that I'm getting is slowly making me savage,
Getting sick and I'm traveling coast to coast,
I got money I'm valid enough to boast,
Breadwinner my pockets is stuffed with toast,
I don't know you little nigga don't tag me in what you post,
These girls don't want me for me,
They just finesse on the clout,
These niggas don't support me,
I make a move and they doubt,
These niggas copying me,
I call these niggas my clones,
These niggas hatin' on me,
Gotta do this on my own,
They ask me why I don't talk,
I just sit back and observe,
And I done blew up so quick,
I just kept straight while you curve,
It's back to back like ping pong,
I know my ex vibe to my song,
I been in love for too long,
Why they keep doing me wrong,
These days love do not exist,
Niggas not faithful and girls don't commit,
So we go clubbing and be drinking and shit,
Boosting on snap and it's not even lit,
I'd rather have just one girl to myself,
All of this drinking not good for my health,
I got a sold out show on the 12th,
I just be working and building my wealth,
These girls don't want me for me,
They just finesse on the clout,
These niggas don't support me,
I make a move and they doubt,
These niggas copying me,
I call these niggas my clones,
These niggas hatin' on me,
Gotta do this on my own,
Gotta do this on my own,
Got to do this on my own yeah."
{DDG - On My Own}
