All I got is me, myself, and I, yeah Yeah, babe, me, myself, and I Section 8 Taliban, 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 fucked up situations, where you niggas would bend Play my cards, I never bluff, and I ain´t throw in my hand Shit, I saw when times got hard, I watched my nigga renege He snitched, we caught that charge, I can´t believe what he did Cause he knew what we was doing before we went on that lick I been rapping and snapping, I fell in love with this shit It caught up with me, cause I be jacking since I was a litting kid
I been trippin´ and goonin´, and throwing rocks at the pen All that sticking and moving, it got me doing a bid Look, nobody gon´ keep it real how I be keeping it real Coulda snitched and got released, you know they offered a deal Put myself in tight positions, I can´t even regret em I was scheming, times was hard, and I just needed some cheddar My life a movie, it´s Kodak, I´m the movie director Sometimes it can scary, but I know it´s gone get better Remember when it was my people, them was gon´ send me some letters
Cause I was missing my bitches, and I was missing my fellas Hot pocket on me, so my pants keep fallin´ They wanna take me out the game, but I just keep on ballin´ Polo´d down, pop my collar, little nigga shot callin´ Could just hold up for me on the other line, guap calling I´ll get back to you later, I´m rollin´ out of my tater I been leaning so damn much, and now it got me disabled Niggas grimey´, be conniving´, do shit under the table Just last night, John John got yoked by the raiders Fucking ´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 raiser If I ain´t pullin´ up in a foreign, then I´m pullinga caper Project baby paper chasing, tied, they dead flies Institution Run up on me, send you straight to your maker All that kush that I be smoking, you think I´m from Jamaica But hell nah, I ain´t from Jamaica, bitch, I´m from golden acres And I´ll tag you with that 9, and that bitch got a laser And I´ll lay a nigga down, I´m like "fuck nigga, pay me" I ain´t baking, but I´m caking, I should open a pastry