Kodak Black — Me Myself & I

[Intro] All I got is me, myself, and I, yeah Yeah, babe, me, myself, and I Section 8 Taliban, yeah [Verse] 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 I got dope in the basement