By Myself (feat. Che Noir)

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Coming from the bottom we ain't have a lot 
Tighten up loose ends so I can have a knot
Lord forgive me for the things I've done sinful
Plus I'm glad I don't look like what I've been thru
If I don't like you I won't pretend to
That's when they start claiming I'm having issues
Fact of the matter is I rather sit by myself 
Got thru a lot of shit by myself by myself 

Remember nights sleeping on them cold project floors
In and out the spot mama said stay out them doors
Oh you numero uno and you bout that war
It's ironic y'all hit the deck whenever we draw fours 
Homie we about our business hope you be bout yours
Why would I settle for less whenever we got more
Never invested in stock but we know what's in stores 
You odd balls couldn't even the score for real look
I sit alone and sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under barely floating above
Product of poverty gotta use the sink for a tub
Can't be depending on people just to show you some love ya know
Clocks ticking make a move cause time will tell
Palms itching found my groove and grabbed a scale
Stayed consistent played it cool no one could tell
Not to mention you was a fool I juuged your sale

Coming from the bottom we ain't have a lot 
Tighten up loose ends so I can have a knot
Lord forgive me for the things I've done sinful
Plus I'm glad I don't look like what I've been thru
If I don't like you I won't pretend to
That's when they start claiming I'm having issues
Fact of the matter is I rather sit by myself 
Got thru a lot of shit by myself by myself 

Most my niggas either in jail or free
Pitch smoke or selling weed
I done been so close to hell I heard the devil breathe
Dreams of getting rich now I'm 25 with a LLC 
Sometimes I cried tears shit these use to be my ghetto dreams
Know a ex hustler from the hood with plans to get stash houses
Hood dreams of getting rich off of trap houses 
Nino turned pookie he smoking them half ounces 
He a fein now cry on his way to them crack houses
My mothers first child but she got a army now
She had me on the hip running with my mommy now
I barely cried but when I did the music calmed me down 
So while she run the streets I'm in the corner playing Barbie dolls
I paint the art of seduction 
I went to school and lost passion cause being broke just made it harder to function 
Still humble and I appreciate these blessings from god
But still felt enough pain that had me questioning god like damn 

Coming from the bottom we ain't have a lot 
Tighten up loose ends so I can have a knot
Lord forgive me for the things I've done sinful
Plus I'm glad I don't look like what I've been thru
If I don't like you I won't pretend to
That's when they start claiming I'm having issues
Fact of the matter is I rather sit by myself 
Got thru a lot of shit by myself by myself

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