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Lil Wayne – On My Own ft Reel

On My Own by Lil Wayne


Talented and renowned American hip-hop and rap sensation, Lil Wayne join efforts with Reel to create this song titled “On My Own”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter” was officially released on 1 January 2004.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.



This is what they call me


Eagle, Eagle Carter man

In a ’96 Regal contraband

On my way to the east to the laundromat

Got to wash that money and get on my ass

Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast

I got to do something I done blown my last

Dollar holler at your 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 your bags

I say Holly-holly grove won’t you go and stand up

And make these motherfuckers understand

I say, “Look coach they’re pitching at me under hand”

But I’m a designated hitter I adjust so fast

Ya’ll men designing women, I’m a woman’s man

I’m the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and

They say they want the drugs to stop

But I’m a major set back when my album drop

I got that wet crack flow out your mami’s pot

I got that jet black four at your mami’s spot

I’m trying to get back door I demand it now

Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down

‘Fore the neighbors they overhear me tear it down

Yeah it’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


And the hand gun is so included

Don’t get it confused I want no confusion

And keep your ho I don’t want your contusions

I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving

A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance

It’s money over bitches that I am going to keep proving

It’s Weezy F, I got your momma grooving

Out of all the Hot Boyz she say I’m the coolest

I bought my bag of oranges it’s time to juice it

This game is a bitch and I’m trying to seduce it

I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it

But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid

One shot to remind you who is

That fly little nigga that’s behind the trigger, Wizzle

I’m off chronic combined with liquor

But niggas’ll never see me like Momma Tigger

A 80s’ baby a fighting nigga

I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga

I’m something you call pepper like a Viking slick

See me over the viking stove I’m whitening bricks

Or in the middle of the shoot out un-tightening clips

Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff

I do this you’re catching my drift

Representing with 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


So roll the carpet out ’cause you’re fucking with a nigga from the royal South

See you’re either in or you’re out and if you’re out stay in ’cause them warriors out

Those vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out

I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out

No nigga I never call your house I’m probably somewhere taking Toya out

Not answering my phone, man, ignoring your spouse

She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth

Hey I’m ready to knock a boy in the mouth

Give me the name naw better yet point him out

Hey, me and the streets got a joint account

I’m from the streets that you need to be warned about

New Orleans whoa they put the gat in your mouth

And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out

Few roaches but never had no rats in this house

Never tell on one another leave that in the house

Always been a small hustler moving my packaging out

I ever run into some trouble send them savages out

These niggas talking sweet I get them cavities out

I got graveyard fliers man I’m passing them out

Hey bitch nigga get your ass on the ground and bow down to your majesty now I am the prince