All By My Lonely - Kutt Calhoun, BG Bulletwound, Kutt Calhoun feat. BG Bulletwound

Niggas don’t wanna see me shine

I swear to God as my witness, it happens every time

They hate my climb, and block my lime

But lemme tell you this here little light of mine, it’s fine

I was born by my God-damned self

Way I see it, I’mma die by my God-damned self

Lord willing, long as I be forgiven myself

I pray to God I’m not a burden for anybody else

Got my own two-step, keep my chin to the sky

All my so-called friends all done moved to the side

Got a drawer full of them bills, they pile sky high

Don’t nobody give a damn and I don’t care to ask why

That’s why I be on a mission, I’m watching my own behind

My future is right in front of me, wifey is on my side

Middle finger to all you niggas who’d rather see me drown

They ain’t like a nigga then, but they hate a nigga now

My game’s too strong, my flow’s too heavy

Ain’t a thing slowed down since I first dropped B.L.E.V.E

If this money’s up for the taking, then you better never let me

Snatch it down by my God-damned self, I’m ready

(Hook)

Do it all by my lonely

My own family disowns me

Surrounded by a lot of phoney homies

(Verse 2: BG Bulletwound)

I feel trapped in it

That’s why I’m posted on the block

At the spot with the chops

With the packs in it

Pill bottles filled up

With the crack in it

No more tours for the B

That’s why I’m back in it

I’m out’chea

Cause I ain’t got nobody

Yeah I hustle for this shit

Cause I ain’t got nobody

Ain’t no duffle bags

Tossed out, no Maseratis

Ain’t no tossing on deals

Bottles and afterparties

Niggas look at you funny

They say he done with it

The same niggas you helped with a brand

And hung with it

See I don’t fuck around

Fuck 'em niggas, fuck em now

I keep it moving like public transit

So buckle down

Yeah I’m deuce boy

Yeah I’m the truth boy

Yeah I got family that’ll do ya dirty for the loot boy

A cold game in this motherfucker

It’s like that

But I win the end homie

Despite that

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun)

You see, a friend is always there when you ain’t got it

As long as you got a true homie, you got an extra pocket

Wrong as you wanna be, they there to help ya fix the problem

All of the phonies be gone when you hitting rock

Fuck em against the wall, they babies don’t grow

I’m the last of a dying breed living out the MO

My sucker repellent’s on and my balls hung low

And say whatever I want cause real niggas say it’s so

You heard I’m a beast, a monster in disguise

Ran as fast as you could, seen the envy in your eyes

Don’t wanna see a nigga stack dough and get rich

You’d rather see a nigga flat broke and poor piss

Miss me with the B-U-Double L- shit

And every other hating nigga that you came with

This the «Whom it may concern», sign it to you with my dick

I’mma do it with or without you

Better phone me if I

(Hook)

We get it in, we get it out (x3)

You ain’t give a nigga shit, get the fuck up off my couch nigga