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letra de me, myself & i - kodak black

all i got is me, myself, and i, yeah
yeah, babe, me, myself, and i
section 8, telegram, yeah

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 n-body gon’ ride like me, cause i’m gon’ ride to the end
been in f–ked up situations, where you n-gg-s would bend
play my cards, i never bluff, and i ain’t throwin’ my hand
sh-t, i saw when times got hard, i watched my n-gg- readin’ it he snitched
we called that talk, i can’t believe what he did
cause he knew what we was doin’ before we went on that lick
i been rappin’ and snappin’, i fell in love with this sh-t
they call that winnin’, cause i be jackin’ since i was a lil kid
i been trippin’ and goonin’, and throwin’ rocks at the pen
all that stickin’ and movin’, it got me doin’ it big
look, n-body gon’ keep it real how i be keepin’ it real
coulda snitched and got released, you know they all for the deal
put myself in tight positions, i can’t even regret em
i was schemin’, times was hard, and i just needed some cheddar
my life a movie, it’s kodak, i’m the movie director
sometimes a n-gg- get scared, but i know it’s gon’ get better
remember when it was my people, them was gon’ send me some letters
cause i was missin’ my b-tches, and i was missin’ my fellas
hot pocket on me, so my pants keep fallin’
they wanted to take me out the game, but i just keep on ballin’
polo down, pop my collar, lil n-gg- shot callin’
could just hold up for me on the other line, guap callin’
i’ll get back to you later, i’m rollin’ out of my tater
i been leanin’ so d-mn much, and now i got me disabled
n-gg-s grindin’, be connivin’, do sh-t under the table
just last night, john john got hit by the raiders
f–kin’ round, i’m on the uggy, hit that boy with his hands
once i came out the womb, i jumped straight to teenager
they say i’m a demon s-m-n, young boy, h-ll raider
if i ain’t pullin’ up in a foreign, then i’m pullin’ in caver
project baby paper chasin’ tie
they dead fly
inst-tution
run up on me, send it straight to your baby
all that kush that i be smokin’, you think i’m from jamaica
but h-ll nah, ain’t from jamaica, b-tch, i’m from golden acres
and i’ll attack you with that 9, and that big idle later
and i’ll lay a n-gg- down, i’m like “f–k n-gg-, paid him”
i ain’t bakin, but i’m cakin’, i should open a pastry
i got dope in the bas-m-nt

- kodak black

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