Lil Wayne – On My Own (feat. Reel) Lyrics

On My Own

Lil Wayne (feat. Reel)

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"On My Own." - Lil Wayne (feat. Reel)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:10 am

Album: Tha Carter - Screwed & Chopped

Track No: 08

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

Writer(s): Byron Thomas & D. Carter.

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