Me Being Me
I been making songs so long got blowin up
Slowly going up like balloons with helium
And I ain't saying this tryna brag but I'm forever in my bag
I give em all gas and it's premium
Told my girl I'm done fuckin around just for her to take me back and what I do
Turn around and go cheat again
Never been one to make excuses, i dont know why I do it
I assume it's just me being me again
I ain't never claim to be perfect, ion know if I'm worth it
But I'd be lying if I said that I don't try
I know one thing that's for sho, 2 things that's for certain
I grow at my own pace. Not on your time
Moms got a lot on her plate but from the music that I make
I'm gone take care of everything in no time
Detroit nigga, get my own cake and I hold my own weight
I don't need no validation or cosign
Wish my grandma was here for me to talk to
Besides the music, you the one I gave my heart to
You always had me, no matter what it would cost you
Swear the family ain't been the same since we lost you
I been making songs so long got blowin up
Slowly going up like balloons with helium
And I ain't saying this tryna brag but I'm forever in my bag
I give em all gas and it's premium
Told my girl I'm done fuckin around just for her to take me back and what I do
Turn around and go cheat again
Never been one to make excuses, i dont know why I do it
I assume it's just me being me again
I'm the greatest, but everybody ain't heard me to judge me
Bet any amount money that they heard me, the love me
Moved to the hills, from a city where it's dirty and rugget
Ion mean cigarettes and weed but they smoking in public
And leave a body just leaking on the pavement
My mama she was working the day shift
I was working the grave shift
Lights on but barely making the payments
The fight's on, gone and make the arrangements
I'm bout to murder you niggas
My brain a weapon, put the words to you niggas
Verbal AK, bullets nouns and verbs for you niggas
On the track running this shit, we ain't hurdle you niggas
Like a waitress I bring change after serving you niggas
That's facts
I been making songs so long got blowin up
Slowly going up like balloons with helium
And I ain't saying this tryna brag but I'm forever in my bag
I give em all gas and it's premium
Told my girl I'm done fuckin around just for her to take me back and what I do
Turn around and go cheat again
Never been one to make excuses, i dont know why I do it
I assume it's just me being me again
Slowly going up like balloons with helium
And I ain't saying this tryna brag but I'm forever in my bag
I give em all gas and it's premium
Told my girl I'm done fuckin around just for her to take me back and what I do
Turn around and go cheat again
Never been one to make excuses, i dont know why I do it
I assume it's just me being me again
I ain't never claim to be perfect, ion know if I'm worth it
But I'd be lying if I said that I don't try
I know one thing that's for sho, 2 things that's for certain
I grow at my own pace. Not on your time
Moms got a lot on her plate but from the music that I make
I'm gone take care of everything in no time
Detroit nigga, get my own cake and I hold my own weight
I don't need no validation or cosign
Wish my grandma was here for me to talk to
Besides the music, you the one I gave my heart to
You always had me, no matter what it would cost you
Swear the family ain't been the same since we lost you
I been making songs so long got blowin up
Slowly going up like balloons with helium
And I ain't saying this tryna brag but I'm forever in my bag
I give em all gas and it's premium
Told my girl I'm done fuckin around just for her to take me back and what I do
Turn around and go cheat again
Never been one to make excuses, i dont know why I do it
I assume it's just me being me again
I'm the greatest, but everybody ain't heard me to judge me
Bet any amount money that they heard me, the love me
Moved to the hills, from a city where it's dirty and rugget
Ion mean cigarettes and weed but they smoking in public
And leave a body just leaking on the pavement
My mama she was working the day shift
I was working the grave shift
Lights on but barely making the payments
The fight's on, gone and make the arrangements
I'm bout to murder you niggas
My brain a weapon, put the words to you niggas
Verbal AK, bullets nouns and verbs for you niggas
On the track running this shit, we ain't hurdle you niggas
Like a waitress I bring change after serving you niggas
That's facts
I been making songs so long got blowin up
Slowly going up like balloons with helium
And I ain't saying this tryna brag but I'm forever in my bag
I give em all gas and it's premium
Told my girl I'm done fuckin around just for her to take me back and what I do
Turn around and go cheat again
Never been one to make excuses, i dont know why I do it
I assume it's just me being me again
Credits
Writer(s): Jalyn Beverly
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