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Myself
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
Myself was released on February 6, 2026 by Epic/Livin in Full Entertainment as a part of the album Road To Osshland III - EP
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Release DateFebruary 6, 2026
LabelEpic/Livin in Full Entertainment
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Fortune
Black Fortune
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquette Monroe
Marquette Monroe
Composer
Enoch Harris
Enoch Harris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Fortune
Black Fortune
Producer
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Producer
Rich Harris
Rich Harris
Mixing Engineer
Nox
Nox
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, I'm really rich!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She don't ever let me go, uh
I don't ever tell her no, uh
I wanna stay outside, uh
But she want me to come home
She be scared whenever I go, uh
Like I ain't gotta find my coat
Yeah, I promise that I'll be safe when I
Get to your place, bae, give me that dome
I want your energy to take control of me
I try to go to sleep and see you in my dream
I know you be in the club getting your bread, don't stop for me
Bae, I'm in the spot with five brown hoes tryna pile on top of me, yeah
You always think I'm with someone else, but I'd rather be by myself
I always tell you to hit my cell, but I don't even reply myself
One way ticket back to Brazil, I'm just tryna find myself
You the only one that can make me chill whenever I get beside myself
I'm in the trap eating chicken and gizzard
I'm in DC like I play for the Wizards
Five percent tint on the opp block fishing
Crack him and get him like sentence in prison
Whipping that pot with my grandmama mitten
My jag grab a new pool, shoot and then dip it
Catching them bodies, I got double digits
My mama know I'm a real street ****
So many kids done lost their life around my way like Gaza
Every time I give my heart to a hoe
I start falling back, bitch, I'm the problem
I saw my young **** brains on the sidewalk and it made me nauseous
Hop out the whip with that Draco, I'm tryna leave blood in the Impala
Shit, whenever you come, ****, call us
The backseat full of revolvers
He tried to book me but stalling
I rob blood for the deposit, yeah
All of your soldiers done fallen, yeah
The crime I committed, white collar
Hop out stabbing and robbing, uh
I got this shit on my father
I want your energy to take control of me
I try to go to sleep and see you in my dream
I know you be in the club getting your bread, don't stop for me
Bae, I'm in the spot with five brown hoes tryna pile on top of me, yeah
You always think I'm with someone else, but I'd rather be by myself
I always tell you to hit my cell, but I don't even reply myself
One way ticket back to Brazil, I'm just tryna find myself
You the only one that can make me chill whenever I get beside myself
You always think I'm with someone else, but I'd rather be by myself
I always tell you to hit my cell, but I don't even reply myself
One way ticket back to Brazil, I'm just tryna find myself
You the only one that can make me chill whenever I get beside myself
Written by: Enoch Harris, Marquette Monroe
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