Myself Lyrics

(Niheem)

(Jupe), (Jupe)

(Eli killed this shit boy)

(La la, la la la la)

(Woah, woah, woah)

(Woah, woah, woah)

(Woah, woah, woah)

(Eli, kill this shit)

All the things what I wanted ain't get that

Nowadays I need a break like a Kit Kat

With my boys use to chill like a kick back

Then shit done got realer god damn shit I miss that

Life is a blessing or is it a curse because sometimes I love it but sometimes it hurt

Bitch did me dirty she walk with a smirk nigga R.I.P. grandson ain't talking Lil Durk

My Grandma I miss you (Uh, huh)

Long Live Topp I miss you (I do)

All my loved ones tragedies happened was wrong damn I wish that it missed you

I'ma keep grinding and stacking until I'm a walking lick bitch thats the way that you want It to be

Bitch I'm Niheem I'm not fronting to be but shit if you want smoke got a blunt and some Weed (Jupe, jupe)

Blah blah blah

Ain't heard shit that you said I don't fuck wit y'all niggas (Uh)

Wan' be gang but inside we got smoke no blunts in the picture (huh)

Niggas will diss ya and bitches will claim that they miss ya to hit ya they'll get ya (Uh, Huh)

Better be careful and play ya part buddy its me and myself lil nigga (Niheem), (Jupe, Jupe)

Me and myself (Yea, yea)

Bling on the belt (Louie, Gucci)

Ain't feelin myself (Damn, damn)

Bitch I need help (On, god)

Who gonna be there if I need it

Keep it a hundred if not bitch then keep it

Then when I'm sleeping all nightmares no dreaming

It's like my main focus is seeking those demons (Fuck)

Bitches be creeping at night on the block I explode off that head when some time past

You see what I said in that last line bitch so don't ever ask me about my craft

Guaranteed it's gonna help me with my cash, keep on grinding til I'm happy with my Stash

Never stopping but yea you can see that

And I'm hungry so thanks for the feed back

If you tax for that gas you weed whacked

Rocking them diamonds that boy got his teeth jacked

But the shit you rock fake we don't need that

Found that out real quick go give that man things back

And them niggas be robbing believe that they come in a group they nickname be the Thief pack

And they took that boy shit was his own gun

Like Miami Lebron need his heat back (Blaow)

Blah blah blah

Ain't heard shit that you said I don't fuck wit y'all niggas (Uh)

Wan' be gang but inside we got smoke no blunts in the picture (huh)

Niggas will diss ya and bitches will claim that they miss ya to hit ya they'll get ya (Uh, Huh)

Better be careful and play ya part buddy its me and myself lil nigga (Niheem), (Jupe, Jupe)

That boy wanna play like he Carti I got this lil uzi found out I'm a shoota (Boom)

He woke up like this no beyonce but then his fiancé got his with this ruger (Boom, Boom)

In his nightmares but not Freddy Kruger they done stretched his neck turned his ass to A rooster

And that blick is a slut for customers it walk round half naked like it work at hooters

Uh

Fuck it I get it, I get it hoe

Matter fact I just lied bitch I really don't

Think we worried bout you but we really won't

Bitch like a dick its just something you give and go

Only focused on bread Ima get this dough

Not for myself but the people I'm living for

At the moment my heart is on critical

Conditions until I'm winning lets get it bro

I just ask for the support I really need

Taking multiple steps like I'm Billie Jean

Michael Jackson the way that I get in things

Don't wanna fall from the way that a nigga lean

You hear me just hope that y'all understand

Do some shit nowadays never was a fan

Of the way I turned out but damn fuck it man

Ima see all y'all soon with another plan (Niheem)

Blah blah blah

Ain't heard shit that you said I don't fuck wit y'all niggas (Uh)

Wan' be gang but inside we got smoke no blunts in the picture (huh)

Niggas will diss ya and bitches will claim that they miss ya to hit ya they'll get ya

Better be careful and play ya part buddy its me and myself lil nigga

Niheem

Who the fuck you think (Woo, jupe, jupe)

Eli, on this fucking beat aye (Woo, woo, woo)

(We out)