Your On Ya Own

[Intro: Jay NiCE]

Spark the spirits

Woo!

This shit is fire

But so am I

Uh

[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]

I could put your whole team on with the work, I guess I'm a zip recruiter

The pressure havin’ niggas stoned like that bitch Medusa

Got different shooters that specializes in liftin' Rugers

Them niggas'll flip your shit like a hit producer

It’s the future; Duke Flytalker, slick maneuvers

Stick'll leave 'em stiff in a cooler; I'm in your bitch computer

These niggas losers, these niggas users, should stick to Uber

Rich game, big chains on, Rick thе Ruler

Born From Pain Sicko jeans cost a tre or morе

I can tell you never had no cake before, you niggas stayin' poor

The babes love the sauce, dawg, it's always Jay they adore

I'm sharper than the blades of war, my aura give off crazy lore

Fuckin' with FLAiR is the quickest way to get to heaven

Especially ’bout my skrilla; I will give you niggas six or seven

From the Smith & Wesson, shit’ll rip your chest and split your [?]

Hit your big intestine and definitely [?]

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]

My raps be like high level sorcery

Got enough rhymes to go against mankind

Put in much time, blowin' up like landmines

If it ain’t 'bout money, I got my hands tied

I'm too busy; I see a mic, it's too temptin’

I must stay in shape, I'm not slippin'

Slip the clip in - your whole camp'll start flippin'

You'll lose and leave bruised with no shoes

And no clue of what to do for yourself

No one hears your cry for help

You on your own