Csre - Me, Myself, & I (feat. M.A.C.K.) Lyrics

I've been trying to get rid of my camouflage
It's hard to see the path up to the top when I got blinders on
I keep running into the same problems, Am I living wrong
My back hurts so much from crasching couches Guess I lack the bone to tell these niggas no

MACK. ain't helping y'all no more
MACK ain't doing shit for free
MACK is busy doing shows
MACK is busy on the road
MACK ain't Mac-ing on the phone
I ain't even MACK no more I think that bitch was just a clone

I've been feeling like myself and I've been focused on my health
I turned off notifications, can't be saved by the bells
I thought I built myself a home, but I just dug myself a hell
Guess that's why I don't believe y'all when y'all say y'all wish me well
Man, that shit done made me paranoid Still gotta get my grind on
I smoke in woods with C's He know I'm a ticking time bomb
Damn, this beat was hard, I didn't mean to make the verse this long
I had to clear my head, I gotta stop living my life wrong

Gotta tell these niggas no
MACK ain't helping y'all no more
MACK ain't doing shit for free
MACKis busy doing shows
MACK is busy on the road
MACK ain't Mac-ing on the phone
I ain't even MACK no more I think that bitch was just a clone

Everywhere I go, I get a ho around
Everywhere I go, I might get a ho around

Ayy, I'm back up in my bag again, Chome heart denim
Drop subliminals on Instagram, it's no heart in them
Ayy, no, I didn't hit your hoe, but bro hit her for sure
Nigga, no, you ain't 5cm, then you can't hit this door
Since I got money now, theese hoes wanna come around and touch me
Say they love me, get up in my bed, lay up, go and f*ck me
I'm an all-around scorer, nigga, know they get a bucket
With your hoe, I'm that foreign nigga passing on the nuggets
Bro, I thank God the high school didn't have detectors
Niggas try to test us
Sunday special, no, I didn't go
But I still bless her
That's a 5-star spot
Man, I know that the bill extra
What's the point of that nigga running when I'm a still catch em

No, I don't do promos
C's be on go-mo
If C's don't get the front and back, then C's do a no-show
I love the way she arch her back, so C's take a photo
Vanilla, bitch, she want me bad, but C's don't do Coco
C's get his Mac on, C's, that boy Mack son

Bro I been steppin', since a lil nigga, youngin' with a strap on
Ayy da whip fit eight unless it's ten
Don't lap on, baby