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by myself - r. city lyrics

[hook: planet vi]
first of all y’all don’t know me
i only run with couple of my homies
’cause n-ggas in this game too phony
so i’m usually by my lonely, chillin’ by my
self, self, self, self, self
i hate fake n-ggas so i’m usually by my
self, self, self, self, self
i’ve got trust issues so i’m usually by my
self

[verse 1: uptown a.p.]
tolo, nah my n-gga i ain’t solo
i love my n-ggas no h0m-, but i’m usually on my own though
this game so fake i know so, what you make they take and loads mo’
can’t even spend your own bread, they wanna spend it for yo’
what you mean our chains stop, you can’t shop where i shop
i slept on the martyr train, n-gga just to get what i got
i ain’t the type to show out and no i don’t like to go out
i do my show you pay me then i’m going home to my house
riding in that old school, listening to old school
i know we met the other night but that don’t mean i know you
see i’m still the same me, y’all the ones who brand new
i’m still down with the same n-ggas i’ve been down with since ’02
all you n-ggas fake as f-ck, hating on me ’til i’m walking up
then you be like, w-ssup my n-gga you know it’s all looove
ahaa, see i’m not stuck up at all
but if you see me in the mall, with my son in my arms
i won’t talk ’cause

[hook]

[verse 2: anything ill]
made, it was just me and mi bruda, in the gutter
looking to come up trying to make a better life for my mother
hoping that we can get, paid
ain’t never been a sucker, or a runner
so whatever this war has to bring it’s what i’ll be in front of
with my head higher than wiz khalifa no entourage with me either
last person to be standing up when that smoke clears without blowing reefer
born alone and i’ma die alone that’s why i don’t depend on no one don’t need to
but i’ma ride for my n-ggas, die for my n-ggas, ’cause i am my brother’s keeper
y’all better feel this, still talking that real sh-t
f-ck you to all y’all n-ggas who wanna ride away but ain’t did sh-t
i’m still down with them same dudes who i came in this game with
if i ain’t with them then i’m with my chick or i’m by my motherf-cking self b-tch
think i’m selfish, that’s impossible ’cause only fishermen sell fish
ironic how i walk all over haters in my adidas sh-ll kicks
sorry but i couldn’t help it, haters expect me to fail until the day i die
it’d be me myself and i so ain’t n0body else with me, swag

[hook]

[verse 3: curtis williams]
look, skinny n-gga big dreams ho
uhh, small -ss circle big team though
uhh, could care less ’bout what these n-ggas doin’
’cause in the past year i turned my dreams into a movement
uhh, but the plan still remain the same
get this profit bring it home and split it with the gang
uhh, you n-ggas got it f-cked up
this sh-t was planned man you boys act like we lucked up
two nine to that uhh, my n-ggas ride and they bent down
couple shots i’m turnt up i roll up and i blow it down
uhh, until my money to the ceiling we gon’ keep these fingers twisted
screaming f-ck how n-ggas feeling all my n-ggas in the building
if they not i’m not attending
authentic with this sh-t, most these rappers been pretending, uhh
so i keep it to myself, we don’t need n0body help, swag (yeah)

[hook]

- r city lyrics

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