Myself

[Hook]
I count that cash all by myself
Ran up a bag, split it with myself
Feel like the last real nigga left
Gotta subtract if it ain’t adding up
Fuck all the rest, middle fingers up
I done hit nine bins in a row
My niggas know I got 'em that’s fasho' (Yuh, yuh)
I learned the game all by myself
Won’t throw 'em in, playin’ what I’m dealt
Gotta make 'em feel everything I felt
Before you get me to snitch, better give me the chair
I’ma keep it real till my last breath
Just gotta keep it real with myself
Feel like the last real nigga left
(I just thought about it)

[Verse 1]
Want me to be honest, these niggas ain’t real as they wanna be
They popping that shit on they Insta, they see me, won’t say nothing in front of me
Them niggas be talking about sliding, I hope they got room for a 30 piece
On my hip, that’s a compact 9, I keep that shit for emergencies
I see so much real in my niggas, I feel they can’t get no more realer
If I got, he got it, vice versa bust that shit right down the middle
We was quick to go half on a tab, we was fucked up could barely get dinner
I lost my auntie, so I’m working all-day, I can never forget her
I know it sound selfish when I talk about myself when these niggas got problems like me
When I was by myself a nigga needed help nobody was in my corner but me
Stressed out, barely can eat
One thousand, I kept it a G
Seen a nigga stop sittin’ on his ass and found his self back on his feet

[Hook]
I count that cash all by myself
Ran up a bag, split it with myself
Feel like the last real nigga left
Gotta subtract if it ain’t adding up
Fuck all the rest, middle fingers up
I done hit nine bins in a row
My niggas know I got 'em that’s fasho' (Yuh, yuh)
I learned the game all by myself
Won’t throw 'em in, playin’ what I’m dealt
Gotta make 'em feel everything I felt
Before you get me to snitch, better give me the chair
I’ma keep it real till my last breath
Just gotta keep it real with myself
Feel like the last real nigga left
(I just thought about it)

[Verse 2]
Be honest with me, who gone ride like I ride for myself?
Is you gonna go fold under the pressure, or play with the cards you was dealt?
Ain’t it funny how ‘fore I got right, bitches tried to throw me to the left?
I go to Chanel, spend a check on my mama, I can’t spend it all on myself
You can keep all that love if it’s fake, it's cool, I just want the loyalty
When you got too much food on your plate, bet these bitches gone treat you like royalty
I rather go flex on these niggas, no more being humble and cordial
God forbid if I lost it today, know these niggas won't give me a quarter

[Hook]
I count that cash all by myself
Ran up a bag, split it with myself
Feel like the last real nigga left
Gotta subtract if it ain’t adding up
Fuck all the rest, middle fingers up
I done hit nine bins in a row
My niggas know I got 'em that’s fasho' (Yuh, yuh)
I learned the game all by myself
Won’t throw 'em in, playin’ what I’m dealt
Gotta make 'em feel everything I felt
Before you get me to snitch, better give me the chair
I’ma keep it real till my last breath
Just gotta keep it real with myself
Feel like the last real nigga left
(I just thought about it)