Myself

Uh

Yeah, you talk that real shit

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Infatuations, the home still vacant

We seekin' guidance, we findin' patience

I'm always workin', I miss vacations

I miss my son, I miss my moms, happy belated

Look, I barely made it to graduation

Shout out Ms. Smith, shout out the Crips, this echo crazy, ayy

GC to 80s, don't no bitch play me

I don't give time to anything that doesn't pay me, uh

They seen it work out, ain't seen the work in

They love to talk 'bout what they ain't doin', shit

For what it's worth though, that shit don't never add up

That hate don't get you paid much, I'm

Into things that matter, I pile up, uh

Sack of weed, then I smoke it to myself

Too on, feel like the realest nigga left

Copped the naked two-tone, had to rest it on my chest, uh

I ain't wait, I had to do it for myself

Sack of weed, then I smoke it to myself

Too on, feel like the realest nigga left

Copped the naked two-tone, had to rest it on my chest

I ain't wait, I had to do it for myself

Ayy, never complacent, been through the phases, uh

Say this a cycle, switchin' gears and rippin' pavement, look

From church to saviors, pray when y'all need somethin'

Pray I don't need nothin', pray for my seeds comin'

Pack like my keys in it, left, but can't stay from it

Say this a race to 'em, look, I set the pace for it

They had to wait, came early, stayed late for it, look

See, niggas do all that they got to 'til the grave for it, uh

But see me work out, I put that work in, uh

They always talk 'bout what they ain't doin', shit

For what it's worth though, that shit don't never add up

That hate don't get you paid much

I'm into shit that matter, I pile up, uh

Sack of weed, then I smoke it to myself

Too on, feel like the realest nigga left

Copped the naked two-tone, had to rest it on my chest, uh

I ain't wait, I had to do it for myself

Sack of weed, then I smoke it to myself