Kodak Black - Me, Myself & I Lyrics

All I got is me, myself, and I, yeah
Yeah, bitch, me, myself, and I
(Section 8 Taliban, yeah)
Everythin' 1K, you know that (that boy Cas)

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 doin' before we went on that lick
I been rappin' and snappin', I fell in love with this shit
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' a bid
Look, nobody gon' keep it real how I be keepin' 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 schemin', times was hard, and I just needed some cheddar
My life a movie, it's Kodak, I'm the movie director
Sometimes it can get scary, 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 bitches, and I was missin' 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 callin'
I'll get back to you later, I'm rollin' out of my tater
I been leanin' so damn much, and now it got me disabled
Niggas grimy, be connivin', do shit under the table
Just last night, John John got yoked by the raiders
Fuckin' '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 pullin' a caper
Project baby paper chasin', tied, they dead flies
Institution
Run up on me, send you straight to your maker
All that kush that I be smokin', you'll 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 bakin', but I'm cakin', I should open a pastry
I got dope in the basement