Myself
Bun B Run The Jewels Lyrics
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Whoo, whoo, whoo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Had a dream I was still sixteen
But still me when I seen myself
Had to slow down and walk with myself
Had to talk to myself
Argue and fought myself
Yeah, I had told myself the road never stroll down there
And I told me, shit, I'mma keep it G
You lookin' aight, Big Mike
Big money, big car, big house, big booty wife
Shit, nigga, that's your life
That's your car, your house, your wife
I'm just sayin'
You can have that without the strife of the life that a nigga endured
You ain't gotta drop outta college
And watch your grand-momma ask the Lord, "Lord, why did he do it?"
You ain't gotta make love to the girl you don't really love
Y'all have a baby and go through it
What's really so bad?
The game that I'm givin' is golden
'Cause it was gotten straight from dad
'Did you listen to him Mike?' Wish I had
It's my life, it ain't that bad (yeah)
Keep this conversation locked in your head
Put you first, stack your bread
I got to make these moves
I got to pay my dues
I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone
And the folk that need me to be strong
I got to hold my own
I got to write my wrongs
I got to let God steer
I got to take myself
I got to help myself to live
I got to make these moves
I got to pay my dues
I got to hold my own
I got to write my wrongs
I got to make these moves
I got to pay my dues
I got to hold my own
I got to write my wrongs
Protect myself
Now who wouldda thought that a nigga woulda made it to a penthouse (made it to a penthouse)
Man, I been thinkin' 'bout when Pimp came home
Went straight to the [?]
Now that's a long way from a pot on the stove with the gram (gram)
But when I was comin' up all I had in the pot was some Ramen noodles and Spam
And I was like damn and this is some bullshit
I don't want to live like this
I just want a chain that rains and nice wrists
Why the hell can't I have me some nice shit?
But instead of complainin' I started aimin' higher
My passion matched my desire
Now I just spit out that fire and never get tired
You can put that on a choir
Yeah man, I got me suppliers and made some mistakes
But guess what? That shit don't define me
That's why you find me grindin' from the Nineties until I'm in my nineties
Shinin, no need to rewind me
Said it before and they scared to repeat it
I came to give the people game they needed until my life is depleted (life is depleted)
Your life is a bitch and it's best to be mindful of how you gon' treat it (how you gon' treat it)
'Cause if you catch a case with the Devil, my nigga
I'm down for your beatin' (I'm down for your beatin')
Can't get away from the choices you make and the way you behavin' (the way you behavin')
So don't be surprised when the throne that you sit in is startin' to cave-in
I got to make these moves
I got to pay my dues
I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone
And the folk that need me to be strong
I got to hold my own
I got to write my wrongs
I got to let God steer
I got to take myself
I got to help myself to live
I got to make these moves
I got to pay my dues
I got to hold my own
I got to write my wrongs
I got to make these moves
I got to pay my dues
I got to hold my own
I got to write my wrongs
Protect myself
I got a foot trapped in quicksand (ay)
I got my hand stuck in a blender (ay)
Walk with a heart that been bruised up
Still got a couple of beats left in
What a surprise, I'm not dead yet
Got a couple of friends that can't claim that
Throwin' the bones that got one one
Eyes of the State, no fun fun
Woke up in the dawn, alone, the mood hung there, yawnin'
I don't see calm that often
Lit the stick in her hair with no coughed
I'm walkin' the Earth again, better get poppin'
Check the old gold watch, I ride often
It don't mean much, but it's mine, I copped it
Have it on my wrist 'til my heart starts stoppin'
Good to remind, then I'm lyin' inside coffins
I don't advise, who am I to act wise?
Nine out of ten times the swine had arised, so I lie
It ain't a-okay
Eh, you get nine bucks they want eight?
Try'na chase you and parade around Mace
Try to remind myself they will pay
You don't got shit, take a bit of mind games
Stick around maybe bring your pain to these lames
I got to make these moves
I got to pay my dues
I got to take care of mine and mine and mine and mine alone
And the folk that need me to be strong
I got to hold my own
I got to write my wrongs
I got to let God steer
I got to take myself
I got to help myself to live
I got to make these moves
I got to pay my dues
I got to hold my own
I got to write my wrongs
I got to make these moves
I got to pay my dues
I got to hold my own
I got to write my wrongs
Protect myself
The song "Myself" by Bun B Run The Jewels is a reflection on the rapper's life journey, specifically his rise to fame and the difficult decisions he had to make to get there. The song begins with Bun B dreaming that he is still 16, but he is able to see himself as he is now. He realizes that he was once bull-headed and had to slow himself down, walk with himself, and talk to himself. He had to argue and fight with himself, making difficult decisions along the way.
Bun B then reflects on the choices he made and the advice he wishes he had followed from his dad. He advises himself to put himself first, stack his bread and aspire to something higher. The chorus delivers the message that he has to make moves, pay his dues, write his wrongs, and protect himself. The second verse mentions Bun B's rise from humble beginnings to a penthouse, the mistakes he made along the way, and how he overcame them. The closing lines urge listeners to take care of themselves, make moves, pay their dues, write their wrongs and protect themselves.
Overall, "Myself" is a motivational song that urges listeners to reflect on their life choices, make their own moves, and to protect themselves while following their goals.
Line by Line Meaning
Had a dream I was still sixteen
Recalls a past self in a dream
But still me when I seen myself
Recognizes being bull-headed and having to slow down to walk and talk to oneself
Argue and fought myself
Internal conflict
Yeah, I had told myself the road never stroll down there
Attempt to calculate the risk of some life choices
You lookin' aight, Big Mike
Self-evaluation
Big money, big car, big house, big booty wife
Aspirations
You can have that without the strife of the life that a nigga endured
Breaking down cultural hurdles and stereotyping
What's really so bad?
Trying to perceive the consequences of certain actions
The game that I'm givin' is golden
Informed life advice
I got to make these moves
Self-imposed action
Protect myself
Taking self-preservation seriously
Now who wouldda thought that a nigga woulda made it to a penthouse
A moment of self-reflection, counting blessings
But when I was comin' up all I had in the pot was some Ramen noodles and Spam
Reflecting on past poverty
Why the hell can't I have me some nice shit?
Expressing a desire to live well
My passion matched my desire
Indicating a will to succeed
That's why you find me grindin' from the Nineties until I'm in my nineties
A vow to never stop working hard till the end of life
Your life is a bitch and it's best to be mindful of how you gon' treat it
Emphasizing the need to take life seriously
So don't be surprised when the throne that you sit in is startin' to cave-in
Warning about the aftermath of bad choices
Woke up in the dawn, alone, the mood hung there, yawnin'
Depression
Try'na chase you and parade around Mace
Pressures from outside world
Stick around maybe bring your pain to these lames
Suggesting to face the challenges of life head-on
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Bernard Freeman, Justin Scott
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
MASONWABE MREDLANA
Realest rappers ever in the game! This track is perfect, of course there is El- Perfecto on it 👉🤛
alberts1985
This beat is a thing of beauty
Whitninjathemovie
Thank you
Ranbowkiss
Titans of hip hop on one track. What else could you want?
Stefanie B
how does this not have a ton more views?? whatever this shit is LIT!
two tex
@Alejandro Ramirez fiznacts
Mychael Jones
IT's underground rap
Alejandro Ramirez
kids can't handle bars and legends
Yawny Moon
Bun B killin it on this beat.
Dreazy
🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 gotta pick up this album