Write Your Own Story - Onlyonetwo

You callin' us heathens with zero respect for the law But we're only songwriters just writing our songs and that's all We write what we live and we live what we write is that wrong If you think it is Mr Music Executive why don't you write your own songs. And don't listen to mine they might run you crazy They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long We're making you rich and you're already lazy So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs. Mr Purified Country don't you know what the whole things about Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out The world's gettin' smaller and everyone in it belongs And if you can't see that Mr. Purified Country Why don't you write your own songs. And don't listen to mine they might run you crazy They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long We're making you rich and you're already lazy So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs. So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs...

I wish I could unzip my skin and take it off Just to take a walk but I can't do it I don't think I'll make it on my own (on my own) As when I take out my pen And I wage it all, turn the page and fall It just comes natural I'm gonna make it on my own (on my own) I just need time to walk it off, But I can't do it I'll write it on my own time Hey look I made it on my own (on my own) I know she thinks that I don't try, but I realize that I can do better Write, write on Makin' a mess as I progress No time to cry about it, do better Write, write on I wrote the greatest lines at the strangest times Now it's payin' off, but I still feel lost Cuz I can't do it I don't think I'll make it on my own (on my own) So in between now it pacifies I change my name to free, but she feels safe to me So I'm livin' dangerously I'm gonna make it on my own (on my own) I just need time to walk it off, But I can't do it I'll write it on my own time Hey look I made it on my own (on my own) I know she thinks... But I realize that I can do better Write, write on Makin' a mess as I progress No time to cry about it, do better Write, write on Write on, write it on your own time (write, write on) Write on, write it on your own time (write, write on)...

(Snap, Snap-) (SnapBackOnDaTrack) Gang All my niggas, man, RIP all my niggas, man, all my dead homies, man Squad This for y'all, man, Fazoland, Roc Block, Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Pistol Gang, L's To all my fallen squad (squad) Write your name across the sky While I flame one to the brain and gon' get high And regardless of the pain, I ain't gon' cry 'Cause I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck, nigga Hustle hard for them bucks, nigga, that's a must, nigga I done lost so many real niggas, I can't trust niggas So I keep my distance from niggas Squad with me, bet I won't get touched, nigga Got shots for him, shots for him Niggas sayin' "Fuck Roc Block", send shots at them (baow, baow) 10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again Keep going nonstop 'til we drop lots of men And I swear I lost so many of my guys (my niggas) So I'm sippin' Rémy, smokin' 50's for my guys (for my niggas) Never let a nigga blow any of my guys Ain't nobody fuckin' with No Limit in my eyes (gang) Missin' my niggas, kushy and liquor, 4's of the lean R.I.P. Richie, hand me a Swisher Paint up a picture of me and the squad still on the block Before it went wrong and Kobe wasn't gone and Joc was still home (free Joc) Man, I remember, now my heart is cold as December Gettin' money the only thing that's on my agenda 'Cause it's too many gone, but I'm still livin' on Stayin' strong, put my farewells in this song Squad R.I.P. my niggas, man Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape Ballin' like I'm Kobe R.I.P. Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc R.I.P. Pistol P, man For all my niggas gone, man We just gonna write y'all name across the sky, man R.I.P. my squad Squad R.I.P. them niggas, man Look I'll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes Just for my niggas back But I know I'll never get 'em back (fuck) So if a pussy disrespect, then he gettin' whacked (we on it) And I hear niggas at my neck, I'm like, "Where they at?" (where they at?) 'Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat (I'm out here) Got so many niggas that's hatin', I'on even know 'em (even know 'em) And so many feelings of hatred, I don't even show 'em (show 'em) Can I just get some money? 'Cause I know niggas broke and bummy They ain't even funny (nah) I know they prolly wanna rob me, they hate me prolly But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body They won't get nothin' from me (nothin') From the hellhole where it's full of zombies Where they catch the most bodies across the country (murder capital) Where they took all of my homies from me Man, R.I.P. my homies, gotta get this money (gotta get it) Squad, R.I.P. the L's Free the L's, all you niggas wanna be the L's (L's) No Limit MB, bitch, we the L's (gang) R.I.P. White Folks, I can't see a L Squad, yeah, we gotta stay winnin' Rollin' in foreigns with them semis and they tinted Pull up on the oppas, 'ppose to be there and they hidden 'Cause they scored when we ain't have them heaters, but they didn't, huh This for everybody whoever lost one of your homies, man Anybody that's gone, anybody mean anything to you, you know? R.I.P. my niggas, man Squad

Walk out on your own And I know out there There are no mistakes That can take you down You walk to hell on purpose And I see you walk through walls Like a god, taking names And waving them around On a flag that you made From the dust and a cloud How could they take it the wrong way When you say it so proud? You're a long way from home And the feeling's so loud That you're: Careful what you get And what You're given Far from home Make it on your own And stick it Nowhere to go But up Up to wherever you wanna go Telling a lie to me Taking a part of me So you can grow You walk out on a road On a road that's unknown And I know that Whatever goes on out there's on purpose Walking to hell and I know I know you did it on purpose Walking through walls made of fire, You're making everyone nervous Taking pieces of their hearts So you can grow and learn from it Turning back to look at the path It was worth it And from where you stand It is not what you planned But it is perfect Oh, it is perfect Nothing is perfect But this is perfect