MYSELF Lyrics

How could i love you i can't love myself

Gave you my all left me in hell

Trapped in my mind feel like a cell

You went thru shit and i wish you well

Still by myself man i don't need help

Heavy metal i be packin shells

Walk thru the spot Dior what you smell

Gas in the car but i'll never tell

Serving beats call me berretta

All black wit my Nike sweater

Run thru ya pockets give me the treasure

Me and myself like i'm Bebe Rexha

It's 2:30 and i'm outside

Me and myself wit my fucking pipe

It won't jam and he won't survive

No mercy bitch free my guys

My people gone and they on the run

No rap beef better tote a my gun

Scoring shit like i'm Balogun

I'm a real gunner and won't go for none

I'm taking off now this bitch mad

Say they proud how they really glad

Call my phone how they really sad

I press decline don't got time for that

Say they sorry for leaving me

Where was the love when i wasn't me

Fuck off of me don't cry for me

Don't want that shit if u won't die for me

Vise versa bitch cuz i'll die for you

They shelling bullets and you better move

I wish you knew what i fucking knew

You'd see it all from my point of view

Stuck in my mind yea i need some air

Keeping secrets that I'll never share

I stole ya heart and i won it fair

You're too divine too fucking rare

Six bullets cause a lotta damage

Spot a opp caught that boy in traffic

He speeding off now that boy in panic

Make him disappear like houdini's magic

My sister on me she be on my case

Telling me to stay real safe

They after me and they gonna chase

Try some shit and i'll shoot ya face

I don't care what he fucking claim

10 on one but it's not the same

Got 10 bullets and i'll let it bang

I'm shelling bullets screaming fuck ya gang

Fuck the cops and fuck the opps

My momma proud nah nah she not

Living reckless and they tell me stop

Chose my life no i cannot

I went thru shit but i say i'm fine

So much pain i could never cry

Climb to the top to get my prize

I ain't there but i know it's mine

On holidays they say i'm missin

Outta state but i'm not in prison

Come back before it christmas

Tell my bruvah that i love & miss him

I give it all in studio session

Rap and trap been my profession

Keep a glock in my possession

All my songs are my confessions