Me And You

Won't ever be compared I'm greater

Hated like an LA resident who doesn't like the Lakers

And who to pay for it?

I get shit for free

Like a thief in a mall, I'm going on a mad spree

So call a taxi

Yell out follow him quick

Cause at the pace I'm goin' I'm so to blow quick

Now the bitches on my dick

Now the people wanna talk

Gunna have myself a cup of coffee and roam around the mall

But why? To window shop

Come on, yo I ain't ballin'

After they hear that, they're probably all going to stop callin me

To the way I don't respond

No I won't write you song

Hear the stories in your song

How you never got along