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• Artiste: Lil Mabu
• Titre: Me Vs. Me
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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 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)