Treat Myself Lyrics – Chief Keef

[Intro]
(This is Foenem Radio, on BD)
I’m the one that got the city up
Down, but they love you when you’re up (This is Foenem Radio, on BD)
About no lick back, just don’t hit me up
My lick back whenever you let me fu*k
Say she infatuated with trucks
But we ain’t playing no seven up
I’m a diamond from the rough
B!tch, I gotta treat myself

[Verse 1]

B!tch, I wake up in the morning, spark a blunt, and be myself
Take a look up in the mirror, I just wanna squeeze myself
I done been through so much smoke to where I couldn’t even see myself
I’ll never need a b!tch, but I’ma always need myself
Diamonds shining off my charm, I think I Christmas tree’d myself
I start wearing yellow diamonds, it’ll look like I peed myself
Granny ain’t like when I dropped out, granny, I can teach myself
So icy, hand me a jacket, b!tch, I ain’t tryna freeze myself
G so swung around the jungle, youngin, call him Donkey Kong
N!ggas be having big-ass mouths like that commercial for HoneyComb
I be laughing to the bank, you’d think I hit my funny bone
Look at my jewelry selection, b!tch, yeah, you know my money long

[Chorus]
Started from the bottom, I’m the one that got the city up
They don’t fu*k with you when you’re down, but they love you when you’re up
Told that b!tch I don’t care about no lick back, just don’t hit me up
B!tch, I’ma get my lick back whenever you let me fu*k
Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks
Told her put her head down, but we ain’t playing no seven up
I got diamonds on my neck, I’m a diamond from the rough
I’m not tripping ’bout no paper, b!tch, I gotta treat myself

[Verse 2]
B!tch, I wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and kiss myself

‘Fore a b!tch make me mad enough to blick her, I’ma blick myself
And I be working so motherfu*king hard, I’m talking so hard, need to tip myself
And that fu*k n!gga think he smart, tell him I’m smarter than a b!tch myself
Bro done passed me the motherfu*king ball, if I miss the shot, I’ma bench myself
‘Fore I let a ho spin me, I’ll stand on my toes and spin myself
N!gga think he having cash, my pockets swoler than a b!tch myself
Foenem riding up in a Jeep, that b!tch so loud, couldn’t hear myself
Thought that n!gga bought that Bentley, they repo’d it like voila
I got big ol’ bands like 50, that b!tch gon’ get in my car
Stood through fire, storm, sleet, that’s the pros of being a star
I got a hundred for every motherfu*king time Bruce Lee said, “Wah”

[Chorus]
Started from the bottom, I’m the one that got the city up
They don’t fu*k with you when you’re down, but they love you when you’re up
Told that b!tch I don’t care about no lick back, just don’t hit me up
B!tch, I’ma get my lick back whenever you let me fu*k
Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks
Told her put her head down, but we ain’t playing no seven up
I got diamonds on my neck, I’m a diamond from the rough
I’m not tripping ’bout no paper, b!tch, I gotta treat myself

[Outro]
I’m not tripping ’bout no paper, b!tch, I gotta treat myself
I’m not tripping ’bout no paper, b!tch, I gotta treat myself
Told her put her head down, but we ain’t playing no seven up
Told her put her head down, but we ain’t playing no seven up