Myself

Everything that I got, got by myself
I keep that pistol for my health
& I go hard til nothing left
That way I'll never take a L
And I cant play a hoe close
Cause she'll leave for someone else
Once ya paper slow up
Or you cannot keep up the flex

I can't love or trust a soul
I don't fight, I keep a pole
I can't love or trust a soul
I don't fight, I tote a pole

I can't love or trust a soul
& I don't fight, I tote a pole
Niggas is breaking all the rules
Aint no-body sticking to the code
When I got pinched I never told
Niggas hear them numbers and they fold
I stack the cash it runth over
I get the bag til I grow old

These niggas pocket watching
Cant be getting dollars, know I'm solid
Know we mobbin, Keep that iron, for the nonsense
If its drama, then its drama, aint no hiding,
you'll get wet up like Poseidon,
and I don't plan on dying to no fucking gun violence

I cant even lie
I need Jetski in Dubai
Jewelry lit, 4th of July
Aventadoors, Suicide
Bag you girl, wont even try
Watch the money multiply
They act tough its a disguise
They sweet, Apple Pie
She the Apple of ya eye
But she living a lie
I been hitting since July
Of last year, the bag here
Get money feins
Touch money like cashiers
This been a bad year
Its bout to change
Everything I got got by myself

Is it jealousy or is it fear
Too much fake shit amongst my peers
Was blind to it 1st,
Til things start feeln weird
Just know that my vision clear
Niggas not as they appear
These niggas know they dont compare
Thats why the love be insincere
Still we gon persevere
Diamonds look like chandeliers
Popping bottles of Bellaire

We celebrating, making it up out the basement (yeah)
We celebrating, overcoming all the hatred
(yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Clarke
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