J Markss - Myself Lyrics

I throw some tree up in a leaf
Steady pasing threw the streets
As i laugh to myyyyself
Let my speaker play a beat
While turning up the heat
As i rap to myyyyself
I talked to granny on the phone
Her house i called my home
Now cry to myyyyself
Came into this world alone
Do the same when i am gone
Sometimes i ride by myyyyself

I seen death before
Staring down the barrel of a throw away
Was never scared
Cause i grew where the soilders play
One call around could of found out where Them niggas stayed
Shorty pregnant
So i had to keep my focus straight
See at the time
We was goin through shit
To embarresed to ask for help
Now that i admit
But i was on the edge
Contemplating flipping the switch
Getting a grip
Riding round and goin hitting a lick
Cause i was sick
Pockets low
And i was hungry as shit
No cell phone or no car
Yea they jumped in the whip
It was a bucket but fuqq it
I was riding round in something
I remember walking wasnt riding round in Nothing
Played the sidewalk as a youngin
Put in miles to different jobs
Just to go and get this money
Sweating buckets in the summer
In the winter nose was runny
Looking back i laugh cause that shit was Funny
But now I

I throw some tree up in a leaf
Im steady pasing threw the streets
As i laugh to myyyyself
I let my speaker play a beat
While im turning up the heat
As i rap to myyyyself
I talked to granny on the phone
Man i called her house my home
Now cry to myyyyself
I came into this world alone
I do the same when i am gone
Sometimes i ride by myyyyself

Sometimes i think about the fuqqed up
Situations that i been in
And how i made it out
I cant even count the people said they'd
Be here but i guess they lost cause now
They cant be found
And i aint hating on vacations
Or the trips that they be taking
Or the money they be making
Or the women that they dating
Im just saying
We aint spoken in a few years
Where the fuqq have you been
And yea i see you on the internet
But that aint how i roll dawg
I been reaching out
Niggas said im just a phone call
They saying that they on one
Im guessing that they phone off, damn
Yea I'm the same Georgia
The same Jauvan
Who grew up In Georgia
Until i moved back home
To Brooklyn
The city that made me
Engrave the swagger that carry
On my yankee

Throw some tree up in a leaf
Steady pasing threw the streets
As i laugh to myyyyself
Let my speaker play a beat
While turning up the heat
As i rap to myyyyself
I talked to granny on the phone
Her house i called my home
Now cry to myyyyself
Came into this world alone
Do the same when i am gone
Sometimes i ride by myyyyself