Tigallo For Dolo - Little Brother

By myself

H.O.J., even when I’m by myself

Little Brother, even when I’m by myself

Foreign Exchange, even when I’m by myself

Zo!

& Tigallo, even when I’m by myself

Justus League, even when I’m by myself

Phontigallo for dolo

Smile for the camera, nigga, pose for the photo

Pause for the promo

Cause failure’s a no-no

Back on my fly shit

So green with envy, kiss me, I’m Irish

Niggas be asking me «Who we got to ride with?

«They saying «Come back Tay, we been cravin'»

We need LB to come and save the rap game

But, truthfully

I don’t think the shit needs savin'

I think we got wives and sons that need raisin'

New dreams to fill and for that, we need patience

Twenty-one years old, I used to slang verses

But ten years later, I am not the same person

Whole new perspective, not the same purpose

And sometimes I have to question if I even want it

Not mad at the game cause it is what it is

And not mad at the radio cause I don’t know what’s on it

Be in my own universes when I be doing verses

Burn 'em down like the Klan used to do to churches

Back in the day in my town, nigga

Don’t come around if you a clown nigga, then go and do the circus

First, do the knowledge, then do the purchase

Understand why, against me, a coup is worthless

Battle Tay?

That’s the dumbest shit I ever heard since

Ex-hoes claiming that they’re born-again virgins

Feeling like a born-again version

Of myself, thought I left the shit I used to listen to

'Til one day, I was playing my old shit like

«Who the fuck is this?

I kind of miss this dude.»

It’s the same old Tigga that slowed your whole movement

And y’all dudes just all show and no provin'

And honestly, I like what them young boys is doin'

But my niggas like «Tay, they close, but no Cuban»

Like I was the chosen

One for flowin'

I’m done, the rap game’s No Country For Old Men

I’ll always spit whenever the spirit hits me

But fuck if I’m a be doing this shit when I’m sixty

And that’s no disrespect to KRS

I’m just trying to make my art and do what’s smart

I’m saying

Rapping Tay, four-and-half-mic honoree

Or singing Tay, first-time Grammy nominee

Nigga, you do the math

Nigga, you add it up

That’s on my mind when I press record

A lot of niggas probably mad at me

But I would rather be a lonely wolf than a sheep that’s bored

So fuck it

Be by myself

Big Pooh, even when I’m by myself

Big Dho, even when I’m by myself

Nicolay, even when I’m by myself

My nigga Zo!, even when I’m by myself

Median, even when I’m by myself

Yazarah, even when I’m by myself

DJ Flash, even when I’m myself

«God bless and good night» — Big Pooh