Kodak Black - Me, Myself, & I lyrics

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Kodak Black - Me, Myself, & I lyrics

[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 f**ed up situations, where you n***as would bend Play my cards, I never bluff, and I ain't throw in my hand sh**, I saw when times got hard, I watched my n***a readin' it 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 sh** 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, 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 b**hes, 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 n***a shot callin' Could just 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 n***as grimey', be conniving', do sh** under the table Just last night, John John got yoked by the raiders f**ing '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, hella crazy If I ain't pullin' up in a foreign, then I'm pullinga caper Project baby paper chasing, tied, they dead, flies 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, b**h, I'm from golden acres And I'll tag you with that 9, and that b**h got a laser And I'll lay a n***a down, I'm like "f** n***a, pay me" I ain't baking, but I'm caking, I should open a pastry I got dope in the basement