Back to Myself

I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self ughh

Light up the blunt hit pass it

Pass it right back to my self ughh

I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self

Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh

I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self ugh I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self ugh

I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self

Do my dirt by my lonely I don’t Need a homie

I can’t turn my back on my self Ugh

I’m getting back to my self ugh

I took the bag of the shelf ugh

I can’t be trusting these bitches That shit be bad for ya health Ugh

I’m Tryna score 30 a night ugh I’m getting back to my steph ugh I like to shoot with the right huh

But I’m getting back to my left Ughh

Try to creep from the right and Get left

How the fuck you gone breathe Outta breath

Pray my kids get to see what I Left you could the XD or the FN Convicted felon with a weapon Keep it with me like a best friend But he ain’t friendly beat ya vest In

You won’t even have a chest then It ain’t checkers well it’s chess Then

Bitch I’m greater and you less Than

I’m back to teaching haters Lessons

Kill these verses with aggression

You better pay up if you owe me I’m all the way up you can’t hold Me

Ball twenty four eight like I’m Kobe

I’m bout to go back to the old me

I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self ughh

Light up the blunt hit pass it

Pass it right back to my self ughh

I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self

Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh

I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self ugh I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self ugh

I’m getting back to my self

I’m getting back to my self

Do my dirt by my lonely I don’t Need a homie