Me Myself I

Kodak Black

All I got is me, myself, and I, yeah
Yeah, babe, me, myself, and I
Section 8, telegram, yeah

All I got is me, myself, and I, got myself again
Time is money, I need that money, got no time for no friends
Ain't nobody gon' ride like me, cause I'm gon' ride to the end
Been in f*cked up situations, where you n*ggas would bend
Play my cards, I never bluff, and I ain't throwin' my hand
Sh*t, I saw when times got hard, I watched my n*gga readin' it He snitched
We called that talk, I can't believe what he did
Cause he knew what we was doin' before we went on that lick
I been rappin' and snappin', I fell in love with this sh*t
It caught up with me', cause I be jackin' since I was a lil kid
I been trippin' and goonin', and throwin' rocks at the pen
All that stickin' and movin', it got me doin' it big
Look, nobody gon' keep it real how I be keepin' it real
Coulda snitched and got released, you know they all for the deal
Put myself in tight positions, I can't even regret em
I was schemin', times was hard, and I just needed some cheddar
My life a movie, it's Kodak, I'm the movie director
Sometimes a n*gga get scared, but I know it's gon' get better


Remember when it was my people, them was gon' send me some letters
Cause I was missin' my b*tches, and I was missin' my fellas
Hot pocket on me, so my pants keep fallin'
They wanted to take me out the game, but I just keep on ballin'
Polo down, pop my collar, lil n*gga shot callin'
Could just hold up for me on the other line, guap callin'
I'll get back to you later, I'm rollin' out of my tater
I been leanin' so damn much, and now I got me disabled
N*ggas grindin', be connivin', do sh*t under the table
Just last night, John John got hit by the raiders
F*ckin' round on the ugly hit that boy with a taser
Once I came out the womb, I jumped straight to teenager
They say I'm a demon semen, young boy, hell raider
If I ain't pullin' up in a foreign, then I'm pullin' in caver
Project baby paper chasin' tie
They dead fly
Institution
Run up on me, send you straight to your maker,
All that kush that I be smokin', you think I'm from Jamaica
But hell nah, ain't from Jamaica, b*tch, I'm from golden acres
And I'll tag you with that 9, and that b*tch got a laser
And I'll lay a n*gga down, I'm like "f*ck n*gga, paid him"
I ain't bakin, but I'm cakin', I should open a pastry
I got dope in the basement