Lyrics to Myself (feat. Run the Jewels)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Whoo, whoo, whoo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Had a dream I was still sixteen

But still me when I seen myself

I was so bull-headed down the road I was headed

Had to slow down and walk with myself

Had to talk to myself

Argue and fought myself

Yeah, I had told myself the road [?] down here

And I told me, shit, I'mma keep it G

You lookin' aight, Big Mike

Big money, big car, big house, big booty wife

Shit, nigga, that's your life

That's your car, your house, your wife

I'm just sayin'

You can have all that without the strife for the life that a nigga endured

You ain't gotta drop outta college

And watch your Grand Momma ask the Lord, "Lord, why did he do it?"

You ain't gotta make love to the girl you don't really love

Y'all have a baby and go through it

What's really so bad?

The game that I'm givin' is golden

'Cause it was [?] straight from [?]

'Listen to him Mike,' Wish I had

It's my life, it ain't that bad (yeah)

Keep this conversation locked in your head

Put you first, stack your bread

I got to make these moves

I got to pay my dues

I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone

And the folk that need me to be strong

I got to hold my own

I got to write my wrongs

I got to let God steer

I got to take myself

I got to help myself to live

I got to make these moves

I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own

I got to write my wrongs

I got to make these moves

I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own

I got to write my wrongs

Protect myself

Now who wouldda thought that a nigga wouldda made it to a penthouse (made it to a penthouse)

Man, I been thinkin' 'bout when Pimp came home, went straight to the [?] (straight to the [?])

Now that's a long way from a pot on the stove with the gram (gram)

But when I was comin' up all I had in the pot was some Ramen noodles and Spam

And I was like damn and this is some bullshit

I don't want to live like this

I just want a chain that rains and nice wrists

Why the hell can't I have me some nice shit?

But instead of complainin' I started aimin' higher

My passion matched my desire

Now I just spit out that fire and never get tired

You can put that on a choir

Yeah man, I got me suppliers and made some mistakes

But guess what? That shit don't define me

That's why you find me grindin' from the Nineties until I'm in my nineties

Shinin, no need to rewind me

Said it before and they scared to repeat it

I came to give the people game they needed until my life is depleted

Your life is a bitch and it's best to be mindful of how you gon' treat it

'Cause if you catch a case from the Devil, my nigga, I'm down for your beatin'

Can't get away from the choices you make and the way you behavin'

So don't be surprised when the throne that you sit in is startin' to cave-in

I got to make these moves

I got to pay my dues

I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone

And the folk that need me to be strong

I got to hold my own

I got to write my wrongs

I got to let God steer

I got to take myself

I got to help myself to live

I got to make these moves

I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own

I got to write my wrongs

I got to make these moves

I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own

I got to write my wrongs

Protect myself

Hey, I got a foot trapped in quicksand (hey)

I got my hand stuck in a blender (hey)

Walk with a heart that been bruised up

Still got a couple of beats left in it

What a surprise, I'm not dead yet

Got a couple of friends that can't claim that

[?] throwin' the bones that got one one

Eyes of the State, no fun fun

Woke up in the dawn, alone, the mood hung there, yawnin'

I don't see calm that often

Lit the stick in her hair with no [?]

Walkin' the Earth again, better get poppin'

Check the old gold watch, I ride often

It don't mean much, but it's mine, I copped it

Have it on my wrist 'til my heart starts stoppin'

Go [?] to my mind, my mind is [?] coffin [?]

I don't advise, who am I to act wise?

Nine out of ten times the swine had arrived [?], so I lie

It ain't a-okay

Eh, you get nine bucks then why eight?

Try'na chase you and parade around [?]

Try to remind myself they will pay

You don't got shit, take a [?] to my camp

Stick around maybe bring your pain to these lames

I got to make these moves

I got to pay my dues

I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone

And the folk that need me to be strong

I got to hold my own

I got to write my wrongs

I got to let God steer

I got to take myself

I got to help myself to live

I got to make these moves

I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own

I got to write my wrongs

I got to make these moves

I got to pay my dues

I got to hold my own

I got to write my wrongs

Protect myself