Me, Myself & I-10

[Intro]
Yeah
Look
They thought I’d fold, huh? (nah)
Watch this
[Verse 1]
Used to hit my phone when you needed a favor
Now you talk cold like I turned to a stranger
I was in the mud, you was asking for my shoes
Now you clean hands, tryna act confused
Mama used to say, “boy, you too giving”
They gon’ take your plate, then judge how you living
Fed whole teams, they were licking the crumbs
Soon as I stumbled, everybody went dumb
[Chorus]
I been done wrong, I ain’t even gonna lie
That’s why it’s me, myself and I
No more fake hugs, I can read that vibe
That’s why it’s me, myself and I
Had my heart on my sleeve, now I keep it inside
Yeah, it’s me, myself and I
If you ain’t with the real, then you ain’t my side
I’m with me, myself and I (I, I)
[Verse 2]
You ain’t send a text when my lights turned off
You was out late tryna drink that off
I was in the dark, tryna write that loss
Turned every scar to a quiet boss
Family did me dirty, still say they kin
Smile to my face, then they pray I don’t win
But I bounced back quick like a rubber band snap
Now I trust God, couple racks, and this lap
[Chorus]
I been done wrong, I ain’t even gonna lie
That’s why it’s me, myself and I
No more fake hugs, I can read that vibe
That’s why it’s me, myself and I
Had my heart on my sleeve, now I keep it inside
Yeah, it’s me, myself and I
If you ain’t with the real, then you ain’t my side
I’m with me, myself and I (myself and I)
[Bridge]
They ain’t help build this
They can’t claim brick, nah
Whole lotta “day ones”
Turned day-somebody-I-forgot
I just thank the pain, it
Taught me who to drop
Only person I depend on
Staring back at the top
[Chorus]
I been done wrong, I ain’t even gonna lie
That’s why it’s me, myself and I
No more fake hugs, I can read that vibe
That’s why it’s me, myself and I
Had my heart on my sleeve, now I keep it inside
Yeah, it’s me, myself and I
If you ain’t with the real, then you ain’t my side
I’m with me, myself and I (I, I)

rap, Southern rap/trap crossover with male vocals; swung hi-hats and heavy sub bass under a moody minor-key guitar loop. Verses ride a laid-back but menacing pocket, ad-libs tucked behind the lead. Hook opens up pop-leaning with layered doubles and a simple sing-rap melody; 808s hit harder, clap stack widens. Final chorus adds extra harmonies and drops for a capstone, radio-ready feel., pop, hip hop