letra de me vs everybody - yhung t.o. & money montage
me vs everybody lyrics
[intro]
montage, you a fool, boy
chris rose gon’ be the reason we gon’ blow, boom
[verse]
i been feeling like i seen it all
if you ain’t down for the cause, you shouldn’t be involved
got a lot of n-ggas mad, but i’m not at all
lately, i been sitting back tryna plot it all
gotta understood, yeah
all these n-ggas out here dissing really fans, yeah
guess them sports ain’t work for you
tried to tell you that these streets gon’ be worst for you
heard them n-ggas got you crashing out
n-ggas broke, can’t even afford a half an ounce
camera show me everything when i’m backing out
i got everything you need, just not at the house
real-ass n-gga from the jump with it
five bands, i bet i can get you slumped with it
this what you want? n-gga, come get it
hope they told you that this chop’ hold a hundiddy
been told you that these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
with my n-ggas from middle school who used to clutch semi’s
i ain’t had to do recruiting like these other n-ggas
for d-mn sho’ ain’t cliquing up with no sucker n-ggas
he robbed yo’ mans and you gave a pass
now you doing songs ’cause they on yo’ ass
to me, that sound like a b-tch move
got too slimy for that sh-t, i had to quit school
i ain’t got to show you what my wrist do
hit your block, i’ll show you what that stick do
i got tired of toting glocks, we tote missiles
we just blew some sh-t down, it’s official
she say show me love, sh-t, i’m fin’ to
sometimes, i need somebody just to vent to
how you ‘posed to know who really with you?
tell some sh-t that i told you, i’ma get you
when them demons come for you, they won’t miss you
standing tall through bullsh-t like i’m 6’2″
you wanna trip, we could trip, too
sh-t, i don’t trip ’cause i’m quick off the hip, too
baby green, still tell me what you hip to
i’m a real street n-gga with a pistol
but i know you probably done been through some sh-t, too
soon as i walk up out that door, girl, i miss you
but you know fa’ sho’ i’m coming back to you
on this mic, i speak facts, i won’t cap to you
i might sing a lil’ bit, but i won’t rap to you
and n-gga, what you need? it ain’t sh-t to ship a pack to you
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