Myself
How could i love you i can't love myself
Gave you my all left me in hell
Trapped in my mind feel like a cell
You went thru shit and i wish you well
Still by myself man i don't need help
Heavy metal i be packin shells
Walk thru the spot Dior what you smell
Gas in the car but i'll never tell
Serving beats call me berretta
All black wit my Nike sweater
Run thru ya pockets give me the treasure
Me and myself like i'm Bebe Rexha
It's 2:30 and i'm outside
Me and myself wit my fucking pipe
It won't jam and he won't survive
No mercy bitch free my guys
My people gone and they on the run
No rap beef better tote a my gun
Scoring shit like i'm Balogun
I'm a real gunner and won't go for none
I'm taking off now this bitch mad
Say they proud how they really glad
Call my phone how they really sad
I press decline don't got time for that
Say they sorry for leaving me
Where was the love when i wasn't me
Fuck off of me don't cry for me
Don't want that shit if u won't die for me
Vise versa bitch cuz i'll die for you
They shelling bullets and you better move
I wish you knew what i fucking knew
You'd see it all from my point of view
Stuck in my mind yea i need some air
Keeping secrets that I'll never share
I stole ya heart and i won it fair
You're too divine too fucking rare
Six bullets cause a lotta damage
Spot a opp caught that boy in traffic
He speeding off now that boy in panic
Make him disappear like houdini's magic
My sister on me she be on my case
Telling me to stay real safe
They after me and they gonna chase
Try some shit and i'll shoot ya face
I don't care what he fucking claim
10 on one but it's not the same
Got 10 bullets and i'll let it bang
I'm shelling bullets screaming fuck ya gang
Fuck the cops and fuck the opps
My momma proud nah nah she not
Living reckless and they tell me stop
Chose my life no i cannot
I went thru shit but i say i'm fine
So much pain i could never cry
Climb to the top to get my prize
I ain't there but i know it's mine
On holidays they say i'm missin
Outta state but i'm not in prison
Come back before it christmas
Tell my bruvah that i love & miss him
I give it all in studio session
Rap and trap been my profession
Keep a glock in my possession
All my songs are my confessions
Gave you my all left me in hell
Trapped in my mind feel like a cell
You went thru shit and i wish you well
Still by myself man i don't need help
Heavy metal i be packin shells
Walk thru the spot Dior what you smell
Gas in the car but i'll never tell
Serving beats call me berretta
All black wit my Nike sweater
Run thru ya pockets give me the treasure
Me and myself like i'm Bebe Rexha
It's 2:30 and i'm outside
Me and myself wit my fucking pipe
It won't jam and he won't survive
No mercy bitch free my guys
My people gone and they on the run
No rap beef better tote a my gun
Scoring shit like i'm Balogun
I'm a real gunner and won't go for none
I'm taking off now this bitch mad
Say they proud how they really glad
Call my phone how they really sad
I press decline don't got time for that
Say they sorry for leaving me
Where was the love when i wasn't me
Fuck off of me don't cry for me
Don't want that shit if u won't die for me
Vise versa bitch cuz i'll die for you
They shelling bullets and you better move
I wish you knew what i fucking knew
You'd see it all from my point of view
Stuck in my mind yea i need some air
Keeping secrets that I'll never share
I stole ya heart and i won it fair
You're too divine too fucking rare
Six bullets cause a lotta damage
Spot a opp caught that boy in traffic
He speeding off now that boy in panic
Make him disappear like houdini's magic
My sister on me she be on my case
Telling me to stay real safe
They after me and they gonna chase
Try some shit and i'll shoot ya face
I don't care what he fucking claim
10 on one but it's not the same
Got 10 bullets and i'll let it bang
I'm shelling bullets screaming fuck ya gang
Fuck the cops and fuck the opps
My momma proud nah nah she not
Living reckless and they tell me stop
Chose my life no i cannot
I went thru shit but i say i'm fine
So much pain i could never cry
Climb to the top to get my prize
I ain't there but i know it's mine
On holidays they say i'm missin
Outta state but i'm not in prison
Come back before it christmas
Tell my bruvah that i love & miss him
I give it all in studio session
Rap and trap been my profession
Keep a glock in my possession
All my songs are my confessions
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Writer(s): Nofold 33
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