Me,Myself, And i.

Tears cant explain the pain cause it aint physically
Loosing the ones you love mentally start to get to you
Cloud nine got me high swear I need a parachute
Spiritual
The work that i put in this aint no miracle

Had no idea my growth started offending you
How questioning me this aint no interview

Like I wasnt there when you needed me
Gang shit I pulled up immediately you know that I was in the streets
Trap house i couldnt eat why niggas wana take from me

Like I aint had to work for every penny while these niggas sleep
Reasons why I sayless you know they say talk is cheap
The one that always talk the loudest
Usually be the one thats weak

Seem like me and baby i just had convos about winning
Hate to see my nigga die
Even tho he still living
Selfish thinking wishing you was here
You know real niggas is rare
When caskets drop then they care
You know who was really there
Thick and thin
Not too many friends hold you down when you at the end
Not too many friends say they proud when they see you win
But wana benefit from the blessings you got coming in
Being a fake nigga now thats a sin
Yea
Being a fake bitch now thats a sin
Word to anubis its judgment for those who pretend

Word to anubis its judgment for those who pretend



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Writer(s): Christopher Cross
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