Myself

I throw some tree up in a leaf Steady pasing threw the streets As i laugh to myyyyself Let my speaker play a beat While turning up the heat As i rap to myyyyself I talked to granny on the phone Her house i called my home Now cry to myyyyself Came into this world alone Do the same when i am gone Sometimes i ride by myyyyself I seen death before Staring down the barrel of a throw away Was never scared Cause i grew where the soilders play One call around could of found out where Them niggas stayed Shorty pregnant So i had to keep my focus straight See at the time We was goin through shit To embarresed to ask for help Now that i admit But i was on the edge Contemplating flipping the switch Getting a grip Riding round and goin hitting a lick Cause i was sick Pockets low And i was hungry as shit No cell phone or no car Yea they jumped in the whip It was a bucket but fuqq it I was riding round in something I remember walking wasnt riding round in Nothing Played the sidewalk as a youngin Put in miles to different jobs Just to go and get this money Sweating buckets in the summer In the winter nose was runny Looking back i laugh cause that shit was Funny But now I I throw some tree up in a leaf Im steady pasing threw the streets As i laugh to myyyyself I let my speaker play a beat While im turning up the heat As i rap to myyyyself I talked to granny on the phone Man i called her house my home Now cry to myyyyself I came into this world alone I do the same when i am gone Sometimes i ride by myyyyself Sometimes i think about the fuqqed up Situations that i been in And how i made it out I cant even count the people said they'd Be here but i guess they lost cause now They cant be found And i aint hating on vacations Or the trips that they be taking Or the money they be making Or the women that they dating Im just saying We aint spoken in a few years Where the fuqq have you been And yea i see you on the internet But that aint how i roll dawg I been reaching out Niggas said im just a phone call They saying that they on one Im guessing that they phone off, damn Yea I'm the same Georgia The same Jauvan Who grew up In Georgia Until i moved back home To Brooklyn The city that made me Engrave the swagger that carry On my yankee Throw some tree up in a leaf Steady pasing threw the streets As i laugh to myyyyself Let my speaker play a beat While turning up the heat As i rap to myyyyself I talked to granny on the phone Her house i called my home Now cry to myyyyself Came into this world alone Do the same when i am gone Sometimes i ride by myyyyself