Love Myself - DDG ft. Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi

(DMac on the fuckin' track)

It's just Kevin, you hear me?

(Tuned up)

Dealin' with past traumas, patternistic in nature

Healin' to break the cycle

Been a big commitment psycho

I'm willin' to make you my love (My love)

You've been indecisive lately, I'm willin' to make your mind up

Know we all been through things in the past

That make it difficult to even trust

Hate for you to think that I don't want you around

I be in the streets, I'm in control right now

Hit me when you free and you get flown out of town

Luca Brasi throw that plaga in your soul, pipe down

I never judged you for your past, I just want my turn with you

You know that I'm turnt with you

I'm a big old Muslim, I can have multiple wives

And concubines, monogamy, monotony

Ain't gon' work with you, way that I'm livin', it work different

My love come wit a career attached, I can't love everybody

It don't cost you a thing to give me a call and tell me you care about me

I put my ex on and she left me, and now she for everybody

I can't let nobody finesse me, I gotta watch everybody

Yeah, okay, can't love you 'til I love myself (Yeah)

Don't hug me, I'll hug myself

Rolled up blunt, but the smoke don't help, uh

Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again

High go down and I roll up again

Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send (I ain't never gon' send this shit)

Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself

I can't hit it raw, 'cause when I get drunk

I won't pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)

Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again

High go down and I roll up again

Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send

Couple shots in (Drank, drank)

Reminscin' on the times, I wish we could do it again

I fucked around and had you blocked, but I'm on the burner again

Lookin' on your page twice, I even be checkin' your friends

Started questionin' myself, like, this shit ain't never gon' end

I'm never gon' bend

Bust the racks up out the wrapper again (Racks)

I just had to put a wrap on the Benz

They can never catch me lackin' again (No)

When I think of you, I think of revenge

That's the reason I be fuckin' your friends

I don't think that I could love you again (Uh-uh)

You be fuckin' 'round with too many men

Okay

Can't love you 'til I love myself

Don't hug me, I'll hug myself

Rolled up blunt, but the smoke don't help, uh

Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again

High go down and I roll up again

Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send (I ain't never gon' send this shit)

Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself

I can't hit it raw, 'cause when I get drunk

I won't pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)

Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again

High go down and I roll up again

Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send

I'm in the back of the 'bach and I'm countin' up fetti

I'll shoot you a text when I'm ready (Yeah)

Still on the road, I'm goin' from show to a show

I'm movin' from telly to telly (Cash)

I met a girl in Brooklyn, I think I'm a marry her

I got her straight out the deli

All of my industry friends is turnin' out fake

I fuck around, turn into Melly (Fuck 'em)

No new friends, no (Uh-uh), you are not my homie

AP, two-toned, bust down (Guys), I ain't got no Rollie'

Fuck the streets, hate the streets, no police (Fuck 'em), they took my brodie

Catfish on the 'Gram too elite, these hoes on Adobe (Fake)

Photoshop, mix the Henny' with the Soda Pop

I sit back and observe niggas, I don't talk much, but I know a lot (Shh)

Told my bitch to curve niggas, she said she do, but I know she not (Bitch)

This rap shit for the birds, nigga, I'ma get a hit and then I'm goin' pop