Me, Myself & I

[Intro]

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

Yeah, babe, me, myself, and I

Section 8 Taliban, yeah

[Verse]

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 niggas would bend

Play my cards, I never bluff, and I ain't throw in my hand

Shit, I saw when times got hard, I watched my nigga 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 litting kid

I been trippin' and goonin', and throwing rocks at the pen

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

Look, ain't nobody gon' keep it real how I be keeping it real

Coulda 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 was hard, and I just needed some cheddar

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

Sometimes it can scary, but I know it's gone get better

Remember when it was my people, them was 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 fallin'

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

Polo'd down, pop my collar, little nigga shot callin'

Could you hold up for me on the other line, guap calling

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

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

Niggas grimey', be conniving', do shit under the table

Just last night, John-John done got yoked by the raiders

Fucking 'round on the ugly, hit that boy with a taser

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

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

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

Project baby paper chasing, tied, they dead flies

Ou Institution

Run up on me, send you straight to your maker

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

But hell nah, I ain't from Jamaica, bitch, I'm from golden acres

And I'll tag you with that 9, and that bitch got a laser

And I'll lay a nigga down, I'm like "fuck nigga, pay me"

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

I got dope in the basement