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lirik lagu on my own – the regime (collective)

(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

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