Oh yeah Oh yeah (Wh-wh-who you did it for) Whoo! Stunta... way Everybody say they gonna be the next one I just wanna be the first one to put my friends on We all need a pile of money big enough to rest on You think your shit's a Biggie, you're Dead Wrong Yeah, second grade our house was left gone From the fire, staying in hotels funded by the Red Cross I'll never forget that shit, wait till the check calls And I'ma make a donation so fat it look like Rick Ross (HUH!) They always counted me out And I'm about to think about 'em when I count this 10 thou About this time last year I was down, feeling out I caught my bitch cheating on me and kicked her out of the house Ain't playing games with these hoes They wanna blame it on me now, but they the ones that made me this cold Guess when you actually give a fuck they just take you for jokes But if you act hood and throw signs they'll let you make 'em your hoe Uh huh, cheat on her cheat on her And when nobody's around, she gon' let you beat on her Shit gets tiring don't it, baby You're either with someone for what they got Or you're with somebody that won't put a ring on it, yeah I don't give 'em no time or attention When they talking names not to play with, I'm getting mentioned Started my career on "Who Want It" shit, I was just dissing Anyone I didn't like, to be honest I kinda miss it Changed my life when I seen my dad have his first heart attack Only to witness two more, there's not an hour that'll pass When I'm not thinking bout it Gotta thank God for keeping him 'round me Wouldn't be a Ronnie Gene if it wasn't for Ronnie Lee If it wasn't for my mother, I'd never know how to function I wouldn't have my brother, promise I'll put him overseas If it wasn't Stuntaway, I'd be dead like a hundred ways We not only a team, damn near my only homie, yuh! Cause my friends list is getting low It's not about who seen you do it, it's 'bout who you did it for On my own Sometimes I feel I'm on my own Cause my friends list is getting low It's not about who seen you do it, it's 'bout who you did it for On my own Sometimes I feel I'm on my own They looking at me sideways cause I rhyme flame But my neck looking like it should've been featured on ice age I rate your shit 1 out of 10, it makes me irate Best make your mark, a legacy's forever but your life ain't I figured out what's wrong with myself Now who's gonna stop me from coming out on top with the belt? From going Hollywood and smoking on moonrock with Adele From doing everything they said I'd never do, I prevail, yeah Cause my friends list is getting low It's not about who seen you do it, it's 'bout who you did it for On my own Sometimes I feel I'm on my own Cause my friends list is getting low It's not about who seen you do it, it's 'bout who you did it for On my own Sometimes I feel I'm on my own