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A letter to myself talking bout my inner self
Mail It to myself read it to myself shed a tear then I tire the page
Full of guilt full of rage writing these

DIDN’T BY MYSELF 


I DID IT BY MYSELF 

NIGGAS HATE ON ME 

I MADE MY OWN WEALTH 

I TOOK IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL 

I TOOK IT TO THE TOP SHELF 

YOU COULDN’T

Myself
That's what we been told
Growing up
Doesn't help
Fast food compliments
That feel donated by
Someone else
Why you sound so exaggerated
I can't find

POW
Claim yo first side the quickest
Way to die
Niggas talking out cho lips
You know you barely sliding by
We making drops up in the yola
Bitch it's

way more to help myself then any help can
I learned to swim by watching them like I'm a Michael Phelps fan
The silver outline from the strap gon' match

trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself
She thought about credit card scams, 'til she heard a voice
That said, "The Devil is a lie, make a better

of the web
Whether aphid or angel of death
Entertainment or threat
By the end, you're a savory crepe
Models that mar every orbit and corner
It's horrid
There's

myself, don't sing along
Representing myself this my theme song
Coming in with hella noises like I hit a gong
Maybe a bong too, want all the smoke
You

face it if you don’t 
Believe it
No one else thinks you’re great

Cause my greatness wasn’t created by you
I took what I had 
I made myself food
I got

smooth I swear 
Moving like I live around here 
Momma said to get it how I live 
I come through stealth 
All by myself 
Ringing them bells
Doing so well

by myself like I'm Odell
And you know a young nigga don't play I keep that big stick tool with shells
My choppa eating well
And it's singing like Adele

Sleep as often as I eat
And I ain't eating much
Hole in my chest don't feel complete
Been eating sleep for lunch
I starve myself
Can't take the heat

a shooting star
For our bucks
You step any closer
Fuck around and get star struck
Permit in the mail
Shooter collect the shells
Been thru way too much
I

Me Against the World

2Pac

Bad Boys

1995

by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full

by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full

Hustlin'

Master P

Down South Hustlers

1995

down south hustler 

[Chorus]
Hustlin' 'cause I gots nowhere to go, 
Hustlin' slangin heroin and yayo, 
Hustlin' gots to make myself some mail

a posted system that never fails to land me in jail. And look through my mail. Perhaps have a garage sale. And you know, go save the whale, and a..you know,

see her resting
I need a mail for my young
Ones so they won't get arrested
Facem, we the best
You can't even ask the ones we bested
Started off like

can't ask you something by talking
So I'ma leave it as a text on your mail
It upsets me, that I fail in every attempt that I make to talk with people

killed myself by trying to look up to my cousins
Was in that cell reading mail with my bunkie'
Terrified to go back to the old me
Was trying to prove

tail
(Yeah) Got homies in the cell, bills in the mail
(Yeah) I got back up when I fell, can’t you fucking tell

(Ima go hard!)
‘Til I’m outta breath,

something
Bitch (Yes)
Keep coming
Yeah (Yes)
Keep coming
You got a trap nigga do a dime by nine, a dub by three something (Blow it)
I ain't worried 'bout what

I did it all on my own
I never needed no help
Please don't hit my phone
I just wanna be by myself
JJ in his zone
Hes gonna bring up his wealth
Good

I ain't pushing u
Im shoving myself
Trynna keep up wit my pivotal
I am
A beast on a leash
America hated on me
If I make it all by myself
They can't