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tay roc - myself lyrics

[verse 1]
tay fire – besides airliners, who stay higher?
never used the jet ski in life, i ain’t a wave rider
i’m from that era where we don’t ride waves
and everything stay the same even when times change
only switched with the cigarellos for backwoods
trafficin’ on the backroad just so the pack good
i been legit, hustlin’ out of rented whips
in the tents, you can’t tell if i’m one of the innocent
i used to put trust in n-gg-s, they wasn’t good for sh-t
cut n-gg-s off, they was deadweight that i couldn’t lift
so i left ’em hangin’, kicked the chair and watched them strangle
n-gg-s’ll burn a bridge tryin’ to swim back to play you
i deal with it if it ain’t the way it should be
you ain’t as famous as me, so you’re hatin’ on me?
you turned into a f-ck n-gg-, that sh-t painful to see
i woulda took a life for you, now you a stranger to me

[hook]
stop piggyback ridin’ n-gg-s and get it for yourself
n-gg-, you did it to yourself
all the work and accomplishments, i done did that sh-t myself
you was watchin’ me strugglin’ and you didn’t wanna help
stop piggyback ridin’ n-gg-s and get it for yourself
n-gg-, you did it to yourself
all the work and accomplishments, i done did that sh-t myself
you was watchin’ me strugglin’ and you didn’t wanna help

[verse 2]
they say i don’t f-ck with the cave
that’s what these n-gg-s mumble
if you thinkin’ about crossin’ the line you musta sniffed a couple
i put my life in this, you don’t know what it cost me
and i won’t stop ’til i’m livin’ like wolf on wall street
my n-gg-s lift stocks and aim ’em, we ain’t stock brokers
make the soft hard and pitch it out to the rock smokers
if i ain’t high i am not focused
three grams in my backwoods, my ashtray filled with c-ckroaches
say you shinin’, well, from here i do not notice
talkin’ sideways ’bout the cave when you do not know us
all the n-gg-s that switched sides they got left behind
if life was a movie i probably wouldn’t press rewind
nevermind me, sneaky n-gg-, you h-lla grimey
and i’m glad i cut you off before any label could sign me
i don’t feel comfortable countin’ money with you behind me
if you lookin’ for me, 1800 block where you find me

- tay roc lyrics

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