"Selfish" lyrics
Ahh
I'm selfish, I can't help it
I get knocked, I won't tell shit
Got the knocks, bend his block tryna melt shit
Any nigga dissin' gettin' dealt with
They gon' hear this track and say they felt this
Free all my demons stuck up in that jail shit
Free TG, I hope he get the bail quick
Opp took three to the chest, he was helpless
Where you at, I been callin' your phone?
Swear I just want you all to my own
Hatin' ass bitches won't leave us alone
Fuck the talkin', when you comin' home?
Fuck all the bullshit, 'cause you grown
I feel like I lost it when you gone
Got me in my feelings, writin' songs
You know that I got you just don't do me wrong
I get wocky, you be movin' funny
One day you hate me, the next day you love me
I been through a lot of shit don't you judge me
Got off my ass and got straight to the money
Keep it sitchy, this shit gettin' ugly
Always on 50, I can't be too comfy
Movin' dusty, who gon' touch me?
He tryna front, I'ma up three
Movin' hot I was all in the mix
How you say you was with me then switch?
Now you sayin' you leavin' and shit
But I'll be aight, I'm a demon and shit
Try to run up, I'm squeezin' and shit
I'm buggin', I just put a beam on a blick
I'ma up it, have him runnin' Rick
If any opp tryna bug out on my strip, like
From the 5, it get heavy
With the guys, let it pop like confetti
Come and slide, let's get deady
Sip some Wock', put a Perc' in your belly
Different vibe when we go to the telly
And I'ma slide anytime that you let me
Top five and I put that on Mezzy
Came for the crown, know the opps wasn't ready, like
They like, "Kenzo slow down on the dissin', these niggas losin' and you winnin'"
Niggas ain't really no competition
I'm a don so I know that I'm a different
Niggas don't be rappin' what they livin'
Ask 'bout Kenzo Balla, I be spinnin'
I'ma get up on him, get him missin'
I'm Mr. Get-Up-On-Him-With-The-Smithen, like
Got out my feelings then got in my bag
Why you hatin'? Why you mad?
Remember days I was down to my last
I was schemin' for the cash
Hop out the V and watch him do the dash
Don't got the chop, we put him on his ass, like
If they movin' iffy I'ma blast it
He was alive now he turned into ashes
I got locked, the judge was tryna slay
Tryna pin me for another case
I ain't average so it's on my waist
I can't let niggas showin' on my date
And I'm famous so I gotta keep it
Keep it with me I could never leave it
So I keep it on me for a reason
Don't try to run up on me, I'ma steam him
I'm selfish, I can't help it
I get knocked, I won't tell shit
Got the knocks, bend his block tryna melt shit
Any nigga dissin' gettin' dealt with
They gon' hear this track and say they felt this
Free all my demons stuck up in that jail shit
Free TG, I hope he get the bail quick
Opp took three to the chest, he was helpless
Where you at, I been callin' your phone?
Swear I just want you all to my own
Hatin' ass bitches won't leave us alone
Fuck the talkin', when you comin' home?
Fuck all the bullshit, 'cause you grown
I feel like I lost it when you gone
Got me in my feelings, writin' songs
You know that I got you just don't do me wrong
I get wocky, you be movin' funny
One day you hate me, the next day you love me
I been through a lot of shit don't you judge me
Got off my ass and got straight to the money
Keep it sitchy, this shit gettin' ugly
Always on 50, I can't be too comfy
Movin' dusty, who gon' touch me?
He tryna front, I'ma up three
Movin' hot I was all in the mix
How you say you was with me then switch?
Now you sayin' you leavin' and shit
But I'll be aight, I'm a demon and shit
Try to run up, I'm squeezin' and shit
I'm buggin', I just put a beam on a blick
I'ma up it, have him runnin' Rick
If any opp tryna bug out on my strip, like
From the 5, it get heavy
With the guys, let it pop like confetti
Come and slide, let's get deady
Sip some Wock', put a Perc' in your belly
Different vibe when we go to the telly
And I'ma slide anytime that you let me
Top five and I put that on Mezzy
Came for the crown, know the opps wasn't ready, like
They like, "Kenzo slow down on the dissin', these niggas losin' and you winnin'"
Niggas ain't really no competition
I'm a don so I know that I'm a different
Niggas don't be rappin' what they livin'
Ask 'bout Kenzo Balla, I be spinnin'
I'ma get up on him, get him missin'
I'm Mr. Get-Up-On-Him-With-The-Smithen, like
Got out my feelings then got in my bag
Why you hatin'? Why you mad?
Remember days I was down to my last
I was schemin' for the cash
Hop out the V and watch him do the dash
Don't got the chop, we put him on his ass, like
If they movin' iffy I'ma blast it
He was alive now he turned into ashes
I got locked, the judge was tryna slay
Tryna pin me for another case
I ain't average so it's on my waist
I can't let niggas showin' on my date
And I'm famous so I gotta keep it
Keep it with me I could never leave it
So I keep it on me for a reason
Don't try to run up on me, I'ma steam him
