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letra de by myself - pg ra

by myself lyrics
[intro]
(yeah, yeah, neeko, you made that motherf-ckin’ beat?)
(ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherf-cker)

[chorus: pg ra]
they ask me how i feel by myself
i’m tryna count a mil’ by myself
got on my grind, and b-tch, i did it with no help
f-ck having friends, i keep it realer with myself
they ask me how i feel by myself
i’m tryna count a mil’ by myself
got on my grind, and b-tch, i did it with no help
f-ck having friends, i keep it realer with myself

[verse 1: pg ra]
i feel like i’m too real for certain sh-t so i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
you ain’t get no money, on my mama, i ain’t f-cking with you
hard for me to function with my loved ones in the f-cking system
breaking off these lawyers for my brothers ’cause i f-cking miss ‘еm
my grandma always ask me why i curse so much
i know my lifestylе trip her out, we went to church so much
i got this sh-t up out the ground, i turned that dirt to hundreds
and i’ma always stand my ground ’cause they ain’t hurting nothing
play and then i’m murking something
i can kick it with you, but i’m too far gone in this sh-t
ain’t came in with no feelings, ’cause ain’t no feelings gon’ get me rich
got love for all my n-ggas, but i’m doing this sh-t here for my kids
if ain’t balling, n-gga, they tell me how else we gon’ win
[chorus: pg ra]
they ask me how i feel by myself
i’m tryna count a mil’ by myself
got on my grind, and b-tch, i did it with no help
f-ck having friends, i keep it realer with myself
they ask me how i feel by myself
i’m tryna count a mil’ by myself
got on my grind, and b-tch, i did it with no help
f-ck having friends, i keep it realer with myself

[verse 2: seddy hendrinx]
f-ck having friends, i keep it realer with myself
how many times you hit my phone [?]
counting favors, show appreciation, yeah, that sh-t’ll help
h-ll nah, i ain’t wasting time
been stop thinking with my heart and sticking moving with my mind
they ain’t gon’ help you with this money but they gon’ help you spend this sh-t
they ain’t gon’ help you with this plan, but act like they was with the sh-ts
i know these hoes be sneaking creeps so i can’t worry ’bout no b-tch
you quick to judge, but you can’t walk a mile in this shoes, they won’t even fit
sip quite enough, roll up enough ’til my mind eased up off that sh-t
i’ma call that sh-t out if i feel you faking, flagging on some sh-t
i caught my work, i done did my dirt, i ain’t out here bragging ’bout this sh-t
i just been rolling back this dank and reminiscing smoking stank

- pg ra

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