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By Myself (feat. Rod Wave)
Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez
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Yeah Yeah, mm Mm Yeah, yeah We got problems all on the counter In the spot watchin' the cameras I ain't never scared to take a risk, I know life is a gamble Can't believe they turn they back on me Now my life in shambles I got money, thought they'd be happy for me They'd rather see me in shackles Startin' the gas, I can't go backwards Fifty million my average Used to work that kitchen cabinet Spin the block like you still laughin' (Still laughin') Yeah, now I'm what they grabbing Ayy, nigga, we laughin' Now I'm what they grabbing Need my grandma, know what she want from me And she ain't get no help Niggas actin' like they wish, but turn your back, they'll put 'em on ya Feel like the coldest nigga ever, I got permanent pneumonia There was times I needed help, I had to do it on my own I ain't cry, it made me strong **** a nigga, I work my phone He got jail when we was younger For fifteen years Demon been gone I made sure I handle they lawyer fees Determined to bring 'em home They was hopin' to take me out But I had made it through the storm I'm like shout out to my cousin, dog, he right there and he had to call Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Had to cut my brother off, I can't believe you broke the law That shit really did somethin' to my head, yeah Uh, okay Got all of these money problems, Lord, I wanna ball for hours You know I could really use your help, yeah (Need your help, yeah) Thousand on a tractor-trailer, shout out to my cousin, dog I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah Okay, time and time again, I gave you last chances Love life in the end, at least my pack landed Thousand on a tractor-trailer, shout out to my cousin, dog I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah (Did it by myself) Uh, get out the pounds, we been forty Attention the clip up The broski representin' his set That be the feds in, paranoid Soon as they touch in the airport They lookin' to tap on us The came with TC Alabama like Travis Barker Pops got security, 12 I'm rockin' with be Travis Hunter Had zero the fight night, I get lost, tell my mama From the projects to loadin' up with PJ, convicted felon [?] a dead man, don't think it's tellin' Can't believe my cousin, dog Can't believe you took the stand Can't believe my hood and I Was a couple niggas still shake his hand highlight like then shuck his hand Had a thousand inside the trailer truck, before they land Soon as it touch down, hotel trap out of rooms [?] pay you to face beatin', Metro Boomin Postin' weed on your story, lucky feds ain't tuned in I was actin' like Uh, okay Got all of these money problems, Lord, I wanna ball for hours You know I could really use your help, yeah (Need your help, yeah) Thousand on a tractor-trailer, shout out to my cousin, dog I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah Okay, time and time again, I gave you last chances Love life in the end, at least my pack landed Thousand on a tractor-trailer, shout out to my cousin, dog I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah (Did it by myself) I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah, uh I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah
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