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 fucked up situations, where you niggas would bend

Play my cards, I never bluff, and I ain’t throwin' my hand

Shit, I saw when times got hard, I watched my nigga 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 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' 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 nigga 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 bitches, 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 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 I got me disabled

Niggas grindin', be connivin', do shit under the table

Just last night, John John got hit 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 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, 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, paid him»

I ain’t bakin, but I’m cakin', I should open a pastry

I got dope in the basement