Lyrics:
pay the rent.
Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year,
Baby we need a brand new car boo,
Six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12.
Oh
You done went wild, yo, check it
There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again
Dude that broke in my crib, it wasn't involving him
Four in
I told him meet me by the checkers.i sacked a pound up before I sold a record, he want a brick I told em meet me by the checkers.
(2x)quater
is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one
have it figured out by now
There's no need for me to hang around
I gotta get outta town
Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat
Half empty plane
the homies as I breeze by
I'm on cloud 9 and I ain't even high
Told my shawty I'll be back and I ain't even lie
Them V-V-S's be the best money can buy
I
Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man)
that's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards
Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it,
{?}, Baby J, and DJ Marty
The title of the song in the place to be
Is not this or that, it's "Me Versus Me"
[Chorus x4]
Me versus me
I think
Ready to slash at locusts cuz on his back is strapped four
Daggers - sharp as obsidian as the city rolls over the horizon
Gritty I'm fighting sixty
I told him meet me by the checkers.i sacked a pound up before I sold a record, he want a brick I told em meet me by the checkers.
(2x)quater
O's with a V in the middle
You would love it if I went away or didn't say nothing else
How am I keeping it real by keeping this shit to myself?
You
basement floor
I can hear this pain repeating
I am the scratch on the record
My headlights turn faded
6 Deer on the windshield
4 hours in a hospital bed
3
picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I'm that nigga
Talkin' four door Bugatti
I'm the life of the party
Let's get
Five Four Eight Seven One Three Five Nine Eight
Golden gleam dreams ignite
Step into the gold embrace the light
Abundance thrives switch take flight
records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my height
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got
and he ain't got a seal
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I'm outta here (gone)
Open the door when they got in there (got in there)
Quiet, I pick up
I'm certified for real, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Used to record right on deal, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Pillow talking get you killed, nigga
good verses
Sell out by any means
Unless you talking records in the stores
Performance venues looking empty
Why the world looking so dim
Feel evolution
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
change his mind by the time I'm done, we'll see
Here it comes, I can feel it
Here it comes
I'm heading for a burnout in 5, 4, 3, 2,
5, 4, 3, 2,
for the record,
One - Valley Girl
Two - Some Kind of Wonderful
Three - Better Off Dead
Four - Some Kind of Wonderful
Five - (I'm guessing?) Rambo
got me by the necks haha
With my troubled past I can't even get me a job
My partner rap he got his own record label they doing their thang
If I
got that
Artificial High
The one that gets me by
I'v got that
Artificial High
The one that gets me through the night
It's seems things never change
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