Selfish

How they call me selfish

I think about my self less

I'm tryna be selfless

And do the grind for you more

All in due course

But are you sure you wanna ride with me

Gets cold in this whizzy

And the speed is more than quickly

AM to the PM

Yeh I ride till I get dizzy

Uh

I don't think you underhand me

But it's nothing new

I been outstanding do it gladly

It's like being out of pockets in my jeans

Until I found that shoe box

And stuffed it full of P's

How they call me selfish

Or self centred

Ima fill my cup

Then share it with my peeps

I can't pour from an empty one

Like how you mean

There's a drought in the streets

So I'm taking what I see

Fill it to the brim

We could've been up in the bin

What a disaster

Now we get it lig

And get it faster what a blessing

Feel the pain jetting

I'm swerving it on the bending

This drive is impressive

But I never needed lessons brudda

I still dish 'em out

I'll teach how to get the butter

I'm a hustler

I know one when I see one

That's for damn sure

I came up from the damn floor

I ain't talking bout the place where they straw RAWS

Still my home is similar

They smoke a different raw though

They ain't rolling up in paper

Foils getting folded

Pray that they can break away

And get up out of bondage

Tell 'em what my God did

Time is precious

Clock it

I moved slow up in the past

But now I'm like a rocket

Separate to elevate

But me and God are locked in

A few real bruddas

Family too

Forgive me if I'm not always in a family mood