Me Myself I

(album: Institution - 2015)

All I got is me, myself, and I, yeah
Yeah, babe, me, myself, and I
Section 8, telegram, 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 niggas would bend
Play my cards, I never bluff, and I ain't throwing my hand
Shit, I saw when times got hard, I watched my nigga reading it He snitched
We called that talk, 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 it big
Look, nobody gon' keep it real how I be keeping it real
Coulda snitched and got released, you know they all for the 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 a nigga get scared, but I know it's gon' 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 falling
They wanted to take me out the game, but I just keep on balling
Polo down, pop my collar, lil nigga shot calling
Could just 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 I got me disabled
Niggas grinding, be conniving, do shit under the table
Just last night, John John got hit 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 raider
If I ain't pulling up in a foreign, then I'm pulling in caver
Project baby paper chasing tie
They dead fly
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, 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, paid him"
I ain't bakin, but I'm caking, I should open a pastry
I got dope in the basement