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letra de me, myself & i - don trip

[intro]
yeah, yeah
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)
yeah

[verse 1]
you ain’t never gon’ get me to agree to no corny sh-t
i touched so many trees, i could be an ornament
i could fill a book with my accomplishments
i miss my brother so much, it feel like punishment, godd-mn
what have i done to deserve this pain?
four years in, it still hurt the same
please don’t think you just ’cause you cl!cked online and searched my name
gotta watch who’s around you, some n-ggas ridin’ along for personal gain
i suffered loss after loss until i decided to put me first for a change

[chorus]
yeah, mе, myself, and i
i be solo dolo, but all three of us got that fire
i’m still onе of a kind, i’m still one of them guys
some of my n-ggas ain’t got no sense and some of your n-ggas ain’t got no spine

[verse 2]
your favorite rapper ain’t f-ckin’ with me, i’m ’bout that action, trust and believe
if i help you, you don’t owe me sh-t, i’ll never lend you nothin’ i need
i live every day just how i want, i feel like i’m stuck in a dream
fifteen tapes in the same amount of months, i feel like a f-ckin’ machine
[chorus]
me, myself, and i
i be solo dolo, but all three of us got the fire
i’m still one of a kind, i’m still one of them guys
some of my n-ggas ain’t got no sense and some of your n-ggas ain’t got no spine (go get the money, n-gga)

[verse 3]
why stop?
dolph said, “go get paid, young n-gga, get paid,” and i said, “why not?”
know i keep that jack and i’m ’bout my change, i’m runnin’ a tire shop
can’t cool off, i’m fire hot
retro aj hightops
red beam on my carbine, my sh-t look like cyclops
my heart cold like north pole
handguns in my wardrobe
plus i got them wolves with me, walk in this b-tch like jon snow
steppin’ on sh-t like john wick
paid in full like money mitch
b-tches be thinkin’ the grass greener, find out soon as she jump the fence
you ain’t never gon’ get me to agree to no corny sh-t (why?)
touched so many trees, i could be an ornament
i could fill a book with my accomplishments
and i miss my brother so much, it feel like punishment, d-mn

[chorus]
me, myself, and i
i be solo dolo, but all three of us got the fire
i’m still one of a kind, i’m still one of them guys
some of my n-ggas ain’t got no sense and some of your n-ggas ain’t got no spine (dtdakidd, beat those drums)
[outro]
long live pif

- don trip

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