| They’re in my face asking me a lot of questions |
| Like «How you gonna do that?» |
| They be pressing for confessions |
| I’m like «No. I’m be in my grave alone.» |
| So I be on the phone |
| See I’m tryna get this paper |
| Make the fruit out of this labor |
| Tryna make this cheddar fluent |
| Cause I realize that you ain’t |
| Gonna get me there |
| Nah, you ain’t gonna get me there |
| So just spare me all the doublespeak and rubble |
| See you lurking 'stead of worrying 'bout what feeds you |
| If you was working wouldn’t be worried 'bout what we do |
| I’m not a creek I run it deep like oceans |
| I never slow or break this locomotion |
| 'Cause when I added up the sum total |
| Of number one gotos I am the sum total |
| So I keep it focussed |
| Stay above all of the ruckus |
| 'Caus beneath the buzzing locusts |
| They stay broke and I’m not broke, cause |
| I am selfish |
| Sometimes got to be selfish |
| Got to do you |
| I’m’a do me |
| If I did you, I would do you |
| But I do me, so you do you |
| Go head call it selfish |
| Do you. I’m’a do me |
| Selfish |
| They gonna hate it |
| When you no longer deflated |
| 'Cause you risen to our own decision |
| And you know you made it |
| On you own |
| They mad 'cause they can’t handle you |
| Be about the business 'til it’s finished |
| All the chatter and the pitter patter |
| It don' matter |
| 'Less it make the pockets fatter |
| Get you up the latter, would you rather |
| Hold up they call me conceited |
| I call it «Ain't no way you see me conceding.» |
| You get a taste |
| Try to play me to my face |
| But I am no longer basic, lacadasic |
| Don’t mistake me, I’m like «Ain't no more.» |
| They be tryna find my blind spot |
| I show up on time 'cause |
| I know they’d rather see me fishing dishes |
| Or swimming with fishes |
| Suspicious, malicious, 'bout my riches |
| And they vicious with it |
| So though I’m grateful and I’m thankful |
| Even for the hateful |
| I have learned high status |
| Is to love yourself and that is |
| To be selfish |
| That is to be selfish |
| You go do you, I go do me |
| Cause if I did you, I would do you |
| But I do me, so you do you |
| Go head call it selfish |
| Do you. I’m’a do me |
| Selfish |
| They wanna keep you calm |
| But they coming with they guns |
| And they do not want you running |
| While they’re coming |
| But I’m be in my grave alone |
| I’m be in my grave alone |
| I’m be in my grave alone |
| Me myself and nothing |
| So if you can’t' gee me something |
| Than your shit don’t me nothing |
| So stop it with your fronting |
| They call me selfish |