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Lyssa True Poet - Note 2 Self (feat. Cash Chase) Lyrics
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I write everyday just to keep my mind sane
Blowing smoke just to ease the migraine
I maintain with minimal never spit subliminal
Use to live in a prison cell as a criminal
But never did I fold never did I break
Pen paper and rhythm that's what I call meditate
Years later open gates gotta refine myself and home
Summers of stick up nights selling pills by the roll
I only wanted to survive I was barely swimming
They disappear like magicians the struggle barely beginning
I should be somewhere in Cali dreaming
Bitter hoes from my past steady trying to get even
I hear 'em talking they screaming
Maybe that's just my demons
I'm trying to kill my own self I got plenty of reasons
I hear my old shit wonder why the f*ck I released it
It wasn't good enough was it is that the voice of my granny
I'm so proud of your cousin my golden child is your daddy
When you gon' get that degree plus all my friends enemies
I just can't trust anymore they only call when they need
And I don't got nothing for 'em but this poetry that's foreign
They don't understand my vision still I'm steadily recording
Make my way in this life keep good insight and energy
Wake up every morning tell my setbacks they dead to me
Wake up every morning tell my setbacks they dead to me bodied
Step up or step aside
That's a note to self
Every beat I get on its suicide
Only strive to be better than myself
They hit below the belt
Then dial my numbers when they need help
Step up or step aside
That's a note to self
Every beat I get on its suicide
Only strive to be better than myself
Hate I get it on my own
Laughed when I needed help
More than lessons in these songs
Leave my essence in these poems
A human what I seem but from heaven when I flow
Chasing better with no cheddar and no help be the worst
But a nigga keeping on 'cause never will I fold
Know I'm different from the rest feel the special in my soul
So the doubts could fill a hurst all this loud in my lungs
Got me sitting on some clouds with my thoughts
So I pay em no mind my f*cking fate on the line
I'm contemplating my steps while I focus on stride
Me touching papers in time can't rush to gain just grind
Some think I'm lame and that's fine all these tapes and no deal
Seems like I'm wasting my time truth is you love my style
Some how I live in the now while I build for a child
A king that's fit for a crown see a M for I die
Just gotta see momma smile why I can't sleep or recline
Just a kid from the ghetto that ain't give to the drugs
That ain't vent thru crime this a meds just vibe
A moment shared in time each and every verse why I write 'em
Most just working to die swear I'm destined to rise
Shit I'm wording be potent I'm just learning thru trials
And getting better from trying
My fam job and the stu man I barely sleep
On my grind off grid why you never see me
F*ck your thoughts and ya feelings if you ain't help to feed me
Remember pain dark days I could barely see
Step up or step aside
That's a note to self
Every beat I get on its suicide
Only strive to be better than myself
They hit below the belt
Then dial my numbers when they need help
Step up or step aside
That's a note to self
Every beat I get on its suicide
Only strive to be better than myself
Hate I get it on my own
Laughed when I needed help
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I write everyday just to keep my mind sane
Blowing smoke just to ease the migraine
I maintain with minimal never spit subliminal
Use to live in a prison cell as a criminal
But never did I fold never did I break
Pen paper and rhythm that's what I call meditate
Years later open gates gotta refine myself and home
Summers of stick up nights selling pills by the roll
I only wanted to survive I was barely swimming
They disappear like magicians the struggle barely beginning
I should be somewhere in Cali dreaming
Bitter hoes from my past steady trying to get even
I hear 'em talking they screaming
Maybe that's just my demons
I'm trying to kill my own self I got plenty of reasons
I hear my old shit wonder why the f*ck I released it
It wasn't good enough was it is that the voice of my granny
I'm so proud of your cousin my golden child is your daddy
When you gon' get that degree plus all my friends enemies
I just can't trust anymore they only call when they need
And I don't got nothing for 'em but this poetry that's foreign
They don't understand my vision still I'm steadily recording
Make my way in this life keep good insight and energy
Wake up every morning tell my setbacks they dead to me
Wake up every morning tell my setbacks they dead to me bodied
Step up or step aside
That's a note to self
Every beat I get on its suicide
Only strive to be better than myself
They hit below the belt
Then dial my numbers when they need help
Step up or step aside
That's a note to self
Every beat I get on its suicide
Only strive to be better than myself
Hate I get it on my own
Laughed when I needed help
More than lessons in these songs
Leave my essence in these poems
A human what I seem but from heaven when I flow
Chasing better with no cheddar and no help be the worst
But a nigga keeping on 'cause never will I fold
Know I'm different from the rest feel the special in my soul
So the doubts could fill a hurst all this loud in my lungs
Got me sitting on some clouds with my thoughts
So I pay em no mind my f*cking fate on the line
I'm contemplating my steps while I focus on stride
Me touching papers in time can't rush to gain just grind
Some think I'm lame and that's fine all these tapes and no deal
Seems like I'm wasting my time truth is you love my style
Some how I live in the now while I build for a child
A king that's fit for a crown see a M for I die
Just gotta see momma smile why I can't sleep or recline
Just a kid from the ghetto that ain't give to the drugs
That ain't vent thru crime this a meds just vibe
A moment shared in time each and every verse why I write 'em
Most just working to die swear I'm destined to rise
Shit I'm wording be potent I'm just learning thru trials
And getting better from trying
My fam job and the stu man I barely sleep
On my grind off grid why you never see me
F*ck your thoughts and ya feelings if you ain't help to feed me
Remember pain dark days I could barely see
Step up or step aside
That's a note to self
Every beat I get on its suicide
Only strive to be better than myself
They hit below the belt
Then dial my numbers when they need help
Step up or step aside
That's a note to self
Every beat I get on its suicide
Only strive to be better than myself
Hate I get it on my own
Laughed when I needed help
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Writer: Lyssa True Poet, Alyssa Anderson, Greg Schelchere
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