By Myself

I'm feeling on top
I got greatness to chase
Promise nobody gon stand in my way
2019
I cannot be mean
Cause I gotta dream
Get outta my face
I'm on a whole nother level of patience
I cannot stand these new rappers they basic
I hesi the beat and know niggas be hatin'
You texting my phone I don't want conversation
Feeling like Bron James in the fourth quarter of the finals (fourth quarter of the finals)
Gotta go get to that ring (gotta go get it)
So I can go buy anything (I can go buy anything)
Gotta go get my momma that range (go get my momma that range)
And then make sure my father in chains (make sure my father in chains)
And then make sure my family okay (okay)

I cannot stay in same place
I'm chasing the money the blue face (yeah aight)
And if you not with it then deuce bae
All you fake niggas is fugazy
I got niggas that's real and make real plays
And y'all niggas is dirty need toothpaste
I've been all on my grind for a year straight
And all of you bitches be down to hate
But you know ima hit em with pump fakes
And I know she cheat like a classmate

But anyway (whoa)
Get to that topic another day (whoa)
I don't got no time to just sit and play (no time)
I get out the bed and just sit and pray (my bed)
And i don't got no time for what people say (nah)
Gotta move on
Be by myself
Sometimes i think about money a little too much
I forget about things like my health
It's an addiction I gotta admit
I be on the grind ima push to the end
I call on my boys and you know they gon hit
I can't feel the sun all bcuz of the tint
You swear you be flexing but can pay yo rent
You just talk all that shit on yo cell phone
You just a lil baby you ain't grown
You made a mistake you in my zone
Lil bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Sidney Chase
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