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lirik lagu jay montana - me vs me

[intro]
(sephgotthewaves)
my mic on?
(what the f~ck goin’ on, kabo?)

[chorus]
they say it’s pressure ’til we hit, uh, ride down with them gl!cks (they say say it’s pressure)
i’ma pull up, up the bl!ck, he ain’t even worth a stick (stick)
think i’m rollin’, i’m blue faced up
get the drop, make sure it get yellow taped up (yeah)
tired of dope, i think he laced up (yeah)
me vs. me, ayy
you got smoke with lu, that’s the same as smoke with me (same as smoke with me)
the f~ck i look like buyin’ exotic when i can smoke a n~gga for free?
i’m talkin’ clog his lungs up (lungs up)
i can’t tell you ’bout her p~ssy, but her mouth a thumbs up (yeah)
buy her body, rung up, uh
pew~pew~pew~pew~pew, tan out the window on your street
tried to bring luwop, he said, “tan, i’m hoppin’ on my feet” (hoppin’ on my feet)
i don’t do computer beefin’, say i ran from him, he reachin’
i’m still cuttin’ off the leeches (yeah, cut ’em off)

[verse 1]
rappers cap as h~ll, i don’t feel they pain
leave ’em with an arm, they grab a chain
she say we f~cked, i don’t know her name
i don’t wanna kick it, that b~tch lame
i been steady dreamin’ ’bout a rolls~royce, yeah (rolls~royce)
i can get ’em first or get your dog, it’s your choice (your choice)
dan died up in august, but i still hear your voice (your voice)
probably just be in my head, conversations with the dead (conversations)
in the cell or in the feds, tell lu we locked in just like dreads
naw, i mean i’m ridin’ like some pegs, like 4pf, you don’t know lil’ ced? (you don’t know lil’ ced?)
ain’t no goin’ backwards, nothin’ like these rappers (like these rappers)
compare me to the pastors, get on the beat and preach to ’em (preach to ’em)
get him with the drum and drop a band, i let the beat do him (grrah, grrah)
youngins in the field, i signed a deal, i’m gon’ give cleats to ’em
[chorus]
they say it’s pressure ’til we hit, uh, ride down with them gl!cks (ride down with them gl!cks)
i’ma pull up, up the bl!ck, he ain’t even worth a stick (even worth a stick)
think i’m rollin’, i’m blue faced up
get the drop, make sure it get yellow taped up (yeah, yellow tape)
tired of dope, i think he laced up (yeah)
me vs. me, ayy
you got smoke with lu, that’s the same as smoke with me
the f~ck i look like buyin’ exotic when i can smoke a n~gga for free?
i’m talkin’ clog his lungs up (clog his lungs up)
i can’t tell you ’bout her p~ssy, but her mouth a thumbs up
buy her body, rung up, uh
pew~pew~pew~pew~pew, tan out the window on your street
tried to bring luwop, he said, “tan, i’m hoppin’ on my feet”
i don’t do computer beefin’, say i ran from him, he reachin’
i’m still cuttin’ off the leeches (yeah)

[verse 2]
just listen to me, let me tell you how i live, yeah (tell you how i live)
delete them pictures, let me show you how it is (show you how it is)
i might not come back off that drill
so i’m ridin’, huggin’ on my steel
tryna make sure i pop all the opps
hopin’ that it get me out the gill
brand~new stick, don’t need a scope on it
see the target, walk up close on it
k!ll your dog and we gon’ toast on it
you be watchin’ all my posts, don’t it?
when i hit you like a year ago, balenciagas, yeah
but i’m booted up like steel toes, i hope they proud of me
i’m probably somewhere where them choppers be
better leave that sh~t on instagram, you better not follow me
outside this club, uh
i get full of drugs, probably ’cause i’m runnin’ out of love
tell lu invest, if we don’t, we probably blew a dub
we the ones light up the club, bottles everywhere
we the ones came with the ice, they can’t help but stare
i was broke, they must’ve moved out, they wasn’t never there
we the ones turned up the dead end, thought we was cuttin’ hair

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