::10:18:08::

::: Me, Myself, & Me :::

Its just me... myself and me... not I, cause its all bout me
diggs... what you know.. I am BTP yea so ill-wid-it,
verses so sick, you can say its sick wid it
check yourself in ICU if you don’t come wid it
I’m that Filipino n*gga from the bay
roll deep with connects from the dubs, p-town to the EPA
raised in the middle but life like the bottom
my hustle is that 9-5, this game, so gouda I got'em
ain’t saying nothing that I’m not, not nothing that I am
behind the scenes in this game,
can care less bout the fame
as long as I’m heard and seen, it could be a murder scene if you haters step,
keep your mouth shut yea that’s your best bet,
cause ill keep it calm in collective
don’t disrupt my objective
cause that’s when it goes,
ill flip script like bruce banner,
I’m the incredible hulk,
but your green with envy,
and I’m tellin you who I am...diggs yea I’m the 1 n only
its the beginning not even close to the end
to the T exactly its di double g wid an S at the end...
if you cant diggs it, it cant be dug
you just the sh*t that gets swept under the rug
and forgotten like an anniversary, diggs why you so rude?
sometimes that’s just the way it gotta be,
ill have your family crying, saying oh what a tragedy
but it ain’t all like that mayne, we in da club pressin on these females
like them curvy, dolled up down to their toe nails
and ill keep it laxin wid that 40 OE
and that dark, yeah I’m talkin bout that crown and hennesy
light it up when I feel like
bong, swisher, whatevers ever it don’t matter to me
don’t tell me when to go, but 40 you dope
that track was the next best thing to soap on a rope
northern cali, we active keepin it energized
don’t close your eyes, this music, gon get you hypnotized
realize....how I do it mayne, takes 1 verse from me, then I’m embedded in your brain
insane in the membrane, this sh*t will leave your mind drained
before I leave this life and I’m 6 feet deep
the words in my mind, I speak on this beat
you never know if you will be here the next day or the next week
it is what it is, it is what it was before I hear the count of 3
and I’m out, it could be 3 strikes, 3 taps, or even that 10 count
I talk big sh*t for not even being known
but those who know me, yeah they know....
don’t think too hard it’ll make your mind slow
straight to the head, like you blew an ounce of dat dro
if I make it big or even if I don’t
this music will carry on to the next hand just like a joint
from generation to generation, decade to decade
its ill-wid-it, btp I’m in a class by myself just like the caddy escalade
I got that hustle and I’m cashing in on these greenbacks
one day stacks, so high ill need a ladder to count 'em
but for now this music and this biz, until I got'em

Written by: ~ Diggs