Lyrics:
artists left is their ashes, they stuck in a casket, they all by themselves
Tryna say I been stuck in a bracket, I’m tryna be better for me and myself
Ion
myself(still by myself) I drink by myself(drink by myself)
I fuck these hoes by my got damn self. You smoke by yourself(what
you do shawty?) You drink by
implants, call that an asset
'Cause you could set a glass on it, it's massive
From the first time I saw you, I actually
Said to myself: "I gotta meet her"
Ivy league checks like Yale
Check my mail
I spent that shit on myself
I put that shit on my shelf
Really just been in my shell
I really been in my
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
myself i want nobody else
i'm so crazy about you
i would do anything to see yah
and i slay myself to feed yah
i just can't help myself i
motherfuckin' lonely (by myself nigga)
[Chorus]
Ninety four
Spiggedy 1 with up on that ass
Yeah
Mean muggin' every nigga that ride by
Face
Time to give em hell, Pharaoh got mo' bell, whippin' ass, can't you tell
Got the game sold out like I stitched this shit myself
Hold up, you got mail
my message?"
Yeah I got yo' message, you told me to clean up behind myself
And scrape the residue up off the edges
"What else?" Always look over my
the mud got that shit by myself, yea
Niggas can't fuck with the plug I got
Think that nigga fucking with the cartel
I was just busting down bales, yea
Try
the goddamn mail
And if you don't keep your dog tied up
I'm gonna have the dog catcher come
I don't care if you're ninety years old and he's sixteen
And you
to dive up in that water Michael Phelps
With no help, I did it by myself uh
With no help, I did it by myself yea
My heart was cut so deep, I sewed it up
Ayy, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be smokin' dope and I'm keepin' to myself
Fuck a handout, I ain't never needed help
And I got it by myself
myself i want nobody else
i'm so crazy about you
i would do anything to see yah
and i slay myself to feed yah
i just can't help myself i
I’m tryna describe
By saying to myself
Shawty you blessing
And you my number 1 contestant
With dat look in yo eyes
You got me feeling like
Shawty you
this shit up all by myself (Yeah yeah)
Boy you tissue soft I was born in hell (Born in hell)
Why you off the cob know you corn as hell (Corn corn)
50-50
failed
She bad, send the pussy through the mail
They trash
Knowing they mad but the pain it been felt
Had to feel that shit myself
Had to feel it by myself
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
a dark room thinking to myself
Like what the fuck imma do next
Used to catch all the buses in lauderdale
Wanna pick up a mill when i check the mail
I
to talk with you
I'm fuckin' stalkin' you
Don't want to fix myself
I want to nix myself
I don't want to try to change
Just want to fry my brains
Don't want
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
"Free Boona," fuck what he did, yeah
I was raised by myself, I don't need guys
I was trappin' by myself in my Levi's
Sold a four, how you broke my
ways to be rich, already planning the sequence
Ahead of my class, scheming. Teaching myself how to stack and leave it
If you ain't bout racks, beat it.
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
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