Lyrics To My Self - Kin$oul

To My Self

It’s Razy
Cash Molly
Painkid got all the sauce
All this pain, feel like I’m drowning
Swam through it all like a flounder
I must say silent like counters
Threw all of this money, I count her
It hurt when you lose one that you love
Got a heart, get it right out the mud
So try all to hate, know is that enough
Get fast money, been the first now
Numbers in my head feel like need hoe
Yeah, I hate probat-, stressing over PO
I never change, I’ma dog, that’s a G-code
It hard for me to open up, I lost a key hole
I rather keep it to myself, I got a lot of stories
Nigga really out here shooting, boy, they wildin' won’t he
MAC 10 and 11, watch us slide up on you
'Bout to dodge a bullet, shit, but it’s a challenge homie
Really been through a lot, but I don’t stress about it
Go hard and make music, get a check about it
Bitches really talking sick, you need a check about it
Hoes gonna do it, they gon' do, can’t get upset about it
When I get way too depress, I might just pop Madonna
Smell the liquor on my breath when I tryna talk up
Lot of problems in my head, I can get around it
When you get lost in this word, there’s no lost and found
When I lost my dog, I changed (I changed), ain’t been the same (The same)
All this pain flow through my vein, I’ll never change up my gain
I’m getting money and I still been the same
The niggas hating, why they acting that way
That .45 and .30, stash shit away
Might rob a nigga just like back in the day
Numbers in my head feel like need hoe
Yeah, I hate probat-, stressing over PO
I never change, I’ma dog, that’s a G-code
It hard for me to open up, I lost a key hole
I rather keep it to myself, I got a lot of stories
Nigga really out here shooting, boy, they wildin' won’t he
MAC 10 and 11, watch us slide up on you
'Bout to dodge a bullet, shit, but it’s a challenge homie
MAC 10 and 11, watch us slide up on you
I rather keep it to myself, I got a lot of stories
I rather keep it to myself, I got a lot of stories