text: 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 Im 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 Im finna put a slug up in a pretender cause these hatersll be the one thatll be the main jocker
  And Im colder than winter but
  Ima winter shop at Lenox ATL balling with my whole damn blocka
  Dont 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 aint 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
  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
  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 didnt 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 youre track, say youre 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 wasnt in to
  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