Me Vs Them

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JourLaFlare

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It's me vs them, I want they heads and I ain't clicking up
And that lil bitch, you f*ck who thick as f*ck
She told me like her ass, my head got big as f*ck
I feel like Pac, gon' hit him up

Let's get this ribbon cut, I shoot and do a pigeon strut
I don't get into stuff, these rap niggas is pixie dust
I ain't your friend, bro, I might pick him up to lift him up
Hardo and Heemi getting rich as f*ck, I big em up

But it's free bigga, I'm with nine till I can't get enough
They into diddy stuff, I do not trust no city sluts
These bitches just don't got 50 bucks
And they the guys, but it ain't Wyse to try and rile me up

Go dig my files up, this mountain that I'm climbing up
I'm looking at mount rushmore like, how come I'm the diamond rough
That raps and change the climate up, you niggas knew what time it was
I got the iron tuck, I'm wired up, just line them up

These slimy hoes just slime me up
Sign me up, you niggas writing rhymes for what
Your name got lies and smut, I don't know why you trying to front
And shout out Rome, but with this chrome, I aim for niggas domes

And shit get tricky, ball play when I'm at home alone
And I been working all day right on this mobile phone
A doggy bone for bone, you niggas missing chromosomes
I walk that lonely road where homies roamed and lost they souls

And niggas feds and I ain't fed and I ain't dead yet
I like my women who be modest and wear headdress
And Kayla Dolby got a body, give the bars a rest
I heard your songs and I would sleep like I drank Qualitest

She sent a text and said to call, but I ain't call it yet
And I be up and down my feed and they be all a mess
They need to call a quits
And if you calling stunna fly, then bitch, I'm on a jet

They must've fucking got the stomach bug I got them sick
You supposed to love a thug until I'm Roddy Ricch
That story of Adidon when I  push in the clips
Should've kept your glasses on, you see me on the clips

And peso don't got sauce, kid, that nigga just a shrimp
We coming through with hard hats and don't do no attempts
And you know I'm a wombat, it's combat from the fence
You would take your ball back just cause you didn't win

And I'm the type to fall back and cut off all my friends
In the end, it's just a eulogy and preachers screaming hymns
Either way, I got the toolie cocked and aiming at your brim
So they say she playing toolie, what? Well, throw me on, I'm him

I throw shots and then I Molly Rock while I'm inside the gym
If you the king like Von , then I guess I'll be Lil' Tim
Can't say that you the God when I'm the I am, and I'm him
Shout out Duke Bill, got a new kill

I ain't signing deals for less than two mil
All the shit y'all say is cap cause you don't do drills
I'll hit your bitch and tell you why it's for a new feel
I'm off of two pills, I'm trying to find a new thrill

And this is bait, I'm Franklin Saint when all the snow fall
I pray to God you diss me back and make a snowball
And if you don't, you ain't got no balls, nigga
It's me verse them, I want they heads and I ain't clicking up

And that lil' bitch, you f*ck is thick as f*ck
She told me like her ass, my head got big as f*ck
I feel like Pac on hit him up
It's me verse them, I want they heads and I ain't clicking up

Nigga, huh
Straight up, nigga
Tony, get at me, nigga

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