Me Vs. Me Songtext
Me vs. me
I feel like it's me vs. me
I feel like, I feel like
My friend told me, "Pop a bean" (Pop that shit)
He started counted down from three
I ain't takin' that shit, told him, "Leave"
But the devil with me sayin', "Please" (Ha)
He took the Perc' and rolled up his sleeves (Rolled up his sleeves)
Popped the cap off some liquid codeine
I feel like it's me vs. me
I feel like, I feel like
My friend told me, "Pop a bean" (Pop that shit)
He started counted down from three
I ain't takin' that shit, told him, "Leave"
But the devil with me sayin', "Please" (Ha)
He took the Perc' and rolled up his sleeves (Rolled up his sleeves)
Popped the cap off some liquid codeine
He took my cup, started pourin' up lean (Yeah)
Should I rap or get a degree? (I don't know)
I feel like it's me vs. me (Me vs. mе)
I guess it's gon' be what it be (It's gon' bе what it be)
I hope I don't end up a fiend
Trippin' on beans and seein' in 3D
I hope money start growin' on trees
Call up my mama and say I'm on TV (Mom, I'm on TV)
Should I hangout with Tim or Louise?
Should I call up James or Marquise? (I don't know)
Student by dawn, I'm a demon at night
And the Glock got a big red light
And I'm lookin' for the opps on sight (Where they at?)
Catch a hit with your bitch, I might (Pew, pew, pew)
Mom said go back to the crib to read
Gotta study for five APs
But I'd rather be in the streets (That's a fact)
So your kid got a mark with a beam (Pew, pew)
I hope I don't murder me (Murder me)
I hope I don't murder me (I hope I don't murder me)
Please don't murder me, please, please don't murder me (Brrah)
Clippin' shit like a surgery (Fah, fah, fah)
Leave his ass with a third degree
911, what's your emergency?
Oh, shit, myself is hurtin' me
Shit, please don't murder me
Mabu, don't murder me (Brrah)
Clippin' shit like a surgery (Fah, fah, fah)
Leave his ass with a third degree
Oh, he's dead certainly
We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time (What will I do? Goddamn)
Yeah, I'm mentally locked in, puttin' in pain
Voice in my head screamin' my name (Mabu)
Got too many things on my brain
Like what? Money, bitches, fame
One day sunny, next day, it rains
And, oh, Meechi, he doin' cocaine
I'm with the white kids, then the gang
It's like one day I'm gay, then I'm straight
I feel like it's me vs. me (Me vs. me)
I guess it's gon' be what it be (It's gon' be what it be)
I hope I don't end up a fiend
Trippin' on beans and seein' in 3D
I hope money start growin' on trees
Call up my mama and say I'm on TV (Mom, I'm on TV)
Should I hangout with Tim or Louise?
Should I call up James or Marquise? (I don't know)
Student by dawn, I'm a demon at night
And the Glock got a big red light
And I'm lookin' for the opps on sight (Where they at?)
Catch a hit with your bitch, I might (Pew, pew, pew)
Mom said go back to the crib to read
Gotta study for five APs
But I'd rather be in the streets (That's a fact)
So your kid got a mark with a beam (Pew, pew)
Should I rap or get a degree? (I don't know)
I feel like it's me vs. me (Me vs. mе)
I guess it's gon' be what it be (It's gon' bе what it be)
I hope I don't end up a fiend
Trippin' on beans and seein' in 3D
I hope money start growin' on trees
Call up my mama and say I'm on TV (Mom, I'm on TV)
Should I hangout with Tim or Louise?
Should I call up James or Marquise? (I don't know)
Student by dawn, I'm a demon at night
And the Glock got a big red light
And I'm lookin' for the opps on sight (Where they at?)
Catch a hit with your bitch, I might (Pew, pew, pew)
Mom said go back to the crib to read
Gotta study for five APs
But I'd rather be in the streets (That's a fact)
So your kid got a mark with a beam (Pew, pew)
I hope I don't murder me (Murder me)
I hope I don't murder me (I hope I don't murder me)
Please don't murder me, please, please don't murder me (Brrah)
Clippin' shit like a surgery (Fah, fah, fah)
Leave his ass with a third degree
911, what's your emergency?
Oh, shit, myself is hurtin' me
Shit, please don't murder me
Mabu, don't murder me (Brrah)
Clippin' shit like a surgery (Fah, fah, fah)
Leave his ass with a third degree
Oh, he's dead certainly
We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time (What will I do? Goddamn)
Yeah, I'm mentally locked in, puttin' in pain
Voice in my head screamin' my name (Mabu)
Got too many things on my brain
Like what? Money, bitches, fame
One day sunny, next day, it rains
And, oh, Meechi, he doin' cocaine
I'm with the white kids, then the gang
It's like one day I'm gay, then I'm straight
I feel like it's me vs. me (Me vs. me)
I guess it's gon' be what it be (It's gon' be what it be)
I hope I don't end up a fiend
Trippin' on beans and seein' in 3D
I hope money start growin' on trees
Call up my mama and say I'm on TV (Mom, I'm on TV)
Should I hangout with Tim or Louise?
Should I call up James or Marquise? (I don't know)
Student by dawn, I'm a demon at night
And the Glock got a big red light
And I'm lookin' for the opps on sight (Where they at?)
Catch a hit with your bitch, I might (Pew, pew, pew)
Mom said go back to the crib to read
Gotta study for five APs
But I'd rather be in the streets (That's a fact)
So your kid got a mark with a beam (Pew, pew)
