My Own Way (feat. Mr. Porter)

Bank accounts, big cars Livin' good like a movie star My mama house ain't in the hood no more I moved her out to Saint Port But it's a trip though 'cause I'm between the crib though I gotta lay it low, my homies wanna do low I got two strikes and I'mma get my third These niggers snitchin' on me, they think I am sellin' birds So when I'm in the streets, I'm quick on my feet See, talk is cheap so I stay put on my heat You niggers bad, well, Dogg is badder Rad attack make you niggers scared I won't shut up, your boy want me now Once at the station, that nigger straight point me out So I'mma lay it while you spray it, while you spray your weight As at this time, I think it's best I just to stay away They say I'm a fool 'Cause I like to do my thing my own way I gotta couple strikes against me One more and I'm on my way I ain't got time to hang around the hood Like I used to do, I gotta get my bread Keep my head See that all the children get this money instead Separate, elevate Concentrate, dominate and innovate Try to be fly as me And every other homie tell a lie to me I need a deal, I need some stones I need some beats, Dogg, I need a loan Help me out, throw me some cash If I got it, you got it and you ain't gotta ask But on the real or is it lately A lot of homies, they try to implicate me They say I changed, is it the fame? If I throw it to you, they charge it to the game Money falling, overload In the hood, another episode Man, I'm gettin' old, the game cold Yeah, I'm from the dirt, that ain't high road They say I'm a fool 'Cause I like to do my thing my own way I gotta couple strikes against me One more and I'm on my way I ain't got time to hang around the hood Like I used to do, I gotta get my bread Keep my head See that all the children get this money instead