Lil Smitty - Lifestyle/Good By Myself Lyrics

Who is wonder yo?
Yo shoutout my nigga T in this one
Yeah it's him nigga
Yeah it's him nigga
Yeah it's him
Let me start this off by saying that I was good by myself
I was down and on my dick and I tried asking them for help
Left me helpless (Helpless)
I was down and I was f*cked up they ain't help shit (Help shit)
Now I got the guns, I got the bag tryn melt shit
I can feel it in the air just know I felt it
If you gon come around and leave you shoulda kept it
Cause I don't need your energy
Feel my remedy and I can feel it with my beat, oh
Why I put my trust in glock and switches
That shit won't give up on me so you know I'm rockin with it
Forever rolling
These niggas posing
He was speaking on my guys he died for trolling
Feel like weezy and rich homie this the lifestyle that I'm living
Now I'm boutta turn it up cause this the life that I was giving
I was f*cked up
They ain't never wanna help till I lucked up
Now I'm getting big with rappin got my bucks up
We got thirty in this clip and we got hunnit rounds
Every time a nigga play then we gon lay em down
Yeah
We gon lay em down
We gon lay em down, bitch you dead for playing round
Let me start this off by saying that I was good by myself
I was down and on my dick and I tried asking them for help
Left me helpless (Helpless)
I was down and I was f*cked up they ain't help shit
Now I got the guns, I got the bag tryn melt shit
I can feel it in the air just know I felt it
If you gon come around and leave you shoulda kept it
Cause I don't need your energy
Feel my remedy and I can feel it with my beat, oh
Talking with some labels I feel music my escape
In due time I'm gon win but till then I gotta run up pape
I might pop out in some fancy jeans while wearing bathing ape
But before I go disappear I wanna give yall my whole tape
We super trim
Got my homie from new york throw down the brim
I got tossed into the street but at the same time learned to swim
I'm labeled him
I'm the product, I'm the ticket ain't no jim
Run around with arps and I keep steppin in my timbs
I like dead faces, that mean I like blood that's on my money
For them times I stepped in dirt I'll turn my hell days back to sunny
Came a long way from antrays, and snotty nose bitch runny
Chasing down lil guns ain't give a f*ck we turned em bum feet
Let me start this off by saying that I was good by myself
I was down and on my dick and I tried asking them for help
Left me helpless
I was down and I was f*cked up they ain't help shit (Help shit)
Now I got the guns, I got the bag tryn melt shit
I can feel it in the air just know I felt it
If you gon come around and leave you shoulda kept it
Cause I don't need your energy
Feel my remedy and I can feel it with my beat, oh