Me, Myself & I

All I got is me, myself, and I

Yeah, yeah, babe, me, myself, and I, 229

Section 8, Taliban, yeah

All I got is me, myself, and I, got myself again

Time is money, I need that money, got no time for no friends

Ain't nobody gon' ride like me, 'cause I'm gon' ride to the end

Been in fucked up situations where you **** would bend

Played my cards, I never bluff, and I ain't throwing in my hand

Shit, I saw when times got hard, I watched my **** renege

He snitched, we caught that charge, I can't believe what he did

'Cause he knew what we was doing before we went on that lick

I been rapping and snapping, I fell in love with this shit

It caught up with me 'cause I be jacking since I was a lil' kid

I been tripping and gooning, and throwing rocks at the pen

All that sticking and moving, it got me doing a bid

Look, nobody gon' keep it real how I be keeping it real

Could've snitched and got released, you know they offered a deal

Put myself in tight positions, I can't even regret 'em

I was scheming, times were hard, and I just needed some cheddar

My life a movie, it's Kodak, I'm the movie director

And sometimes **** get scared, but I know it's gon' get better

Remember when it was my people that gon' send me some letters

'Cause I was missing my bitches and I was missing my fellas

Hot pocket on me, so my pants keep falling

They wanna take me out the game, but I just keep on balling

Polo down, pop my collar, lil' **** shot calling

Could you hold up for me on the other line? Guap calling

I'll get back to you later, I'm rolling out of my tater

I been leaning so damn much, and now it got me disabled

**** griming, be conniving, do shit under the table

Just last night, John John got yoked by the raiders

Fucking round on the uggy, hit that boy with a taze

Once I came out the womb, I jumped straight to teenager

They say I'm a demon seed, and young boy a hell raiser

If I ain't pulling up in a foreign, then I'm pulling a caper

Project paper paper chasing, tied

They dead fly, that tool, restitution

Run up on me, send you straight to your maker

All the kush that I be smoking, you'd think I'm from Jamaica

But hell nah, ain't from Jamaica, bitch, I'm from Golden Acres

And I'll tag you with that nine, and that bitch got a laser

And I'll lay a **** down, I'm like, fuck ****, paid me

I ain't baking, but I'm caking, I should open a pastry

I got dope in the basement