Lyrics:
Neither did I sell myself, Records spinning by they self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex
before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New
Girbauds, a 3X tall tee, and a beanie on
Who knew that me, myself and I would make it here? That's crazy
A lot of shit has changed since the version I had
showing their true color
I ain't rapping for myself I gotta make it big for my mother my brothers and for everyone who doubted me fuck those stupid fuckers
woulda thought that he'd had plenty
But he had another eight which
Which makes it twenty-eight
So when he got to twenty-eight
He stopped
He stopped
Michael Jackson bad with the big bag
Big bank take little bank throw it in the bag
If you got a main man I can't be on the bench bitch
I don't mess with
reaction
Moonwalking with no gravity they call me Michael Jackson
Yeah
They would rather support somebody on than they homie trying to make it
Your girl all
see
I'm busy playing
Make believe
Take all my time
And throw it in the trash
Oh I'm just fine
I'm having such a blast
All by myself
All by myself
All by
I can't think of getting old
It only makes me want to die
And I can't think of who I was
'Cause it just makes me want to cry, cry, cry, cry
Can't
imagine we just do it
No distractions i'm a guardian of the secret
Bag call me pollock jackson
Yeah hey ey yeah
Getting flashed by the cannons hey hey yeah
Just because you say it doesn't make it true
You can say that I'm guilty man I just don't care
You can burn my body black
Just don't make me go back
I'm by myself
Walked out, good bye, I left with the rest
Who's there I'm scared, can't deal with this now
Can't no feed no fear, But it's all I'm
I'm going through
I can't quit prove em wrong is what I'm gonna do
They gone fake it when you make it and that's so true
So its me myself and I cuz I
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
that I felt
You could stay for the night and
I might treat you right, it depends on my mood if I give you my help
Cause I had to make a way all by myself
Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying
I'm in a line
Gonna make a move
Cross the State
Rolling it wide
Hey!
Submitted by Rene
SET ME STRAIGHT:
I know something that you would
make it by the fall but now my schedule's crowded
Thoughts are running through my head, I think they got a bounty
Toughness that's my only talent
Jackson
to dance
And if I fall to my knees
I won't crumble and freeze
I'll pick myself up and I'll try it again, and again until you see
I'll take you by
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
patron and a big head full of vicodin
I got a fight within myself
And I know I gotta look beyond gettin' help
Ain't nobody looking to give it to me,
n’ read about it you can see about it
You can’t cheat up out it
Watch the bird fly, with my third eye
Make the world cry
Look up at the blurred sky
would've had it by now
Waited here for my chance to, show everybody what I can do
Make that money for wifey and my fam too
So we can kick it down in Cancun
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