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I gotta love myself
Before I can love anyone else
I put my heart on a shelf
Right back to moving that bass like clef
I can't trust nobody else
I caught the foul just like the ref
I'm better off all by myself
Maybe I'm narcissist as well

But anyways
I just charge it to the game
Pussy, money, weed I feel like I'm Lil' Wayne
It only fucked up a lil' money
It was just lil' pain
But no cap you made me hustle so I can't complain
Aye this exotic pack 300 get you the whole thang
You gotta just wait to kick it hit like Liu Kang
I'm in all black call me Lil' Mark Bruce Wayne
These niggas been cap call em LL Cool J
I really just like to trap but music get me through the day
I need a Beyoncé something like that Durk and Dej
I know her grandma wear straw hats so she big cap sensei
She told me she was hungry I told her better eat off Apple Pay
I ain't giving these hoes my heart I feel like Billy Ray
You never know what kill you Steve Irwin and the sting ray
He tried to get ahead he ain't know the free throws would throw the game
But all losses ain't Ls it's a mind thang
I met a psychic with good head I love her mind frame
She looked me in eyes and told me I could have anything
Melanin is power so if you black just know we all kings
Made in the image of the creator of all things
Put my white hoe on game she like y'all mean
I wasn't into Steve Jobs
I was into Big Meech
Can't see these niggas like Ray Charles
He was gone before I blinked
Real niggas they gone instinct
My niggas gone live through ink
Shotta nigga I made em ink
Like that squid that pink
Gotta keep one eye open
Mike Wazowski off Monster Inc
Everything ain't what you think
Better use yo instincts
Circle tight as a pinch
Ain't close enough for you to reach
Aye, on God

I've been all alone
Momma won't you pick up the phone
I miss niggas back home
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong

First we lost Rod
Then we lost Don
Since I lost bro I've been way past numb
R.I.P. to Keese I pray his kids grow up to be strong
Nobody never said this was a love song
But I'm still thankful for my loved ones
I'm tryna touch enough paper to support my son's sons
Can't contradict what I said no oxymoron
I seen my nigga in a suit it wasn't formal for foremost

Foremost

I gotta love myself
Before I can love anyone else
I put my heart on a shelf
Right back to moving that bass like clef
I can't trust nobody else
I caught the foul just like the ref
I'm better off all by myself
Maybe I'm narcissist as well

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