"Me Vs WRLD/Bros Fall Out" lyrics
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[Me Vs WRLD]
BenjiCold, why you icy?
They like, "Rino, you ain't shit"
"Rino, you changed on your clique", yeah
"Rino, you fake than a bitch"
"Lil' Rino, you act like a bitch"
"Lil' Rino, you ain't even rich"
"Lil' Rino, you don't got a whip"
"No furniture inside your crib"
[Bros Fall Out]
BenjiCold, why you icy?
See, flexin' your lil' bankroll
Ridin' 'round with a .44
Pourin' that lean slow
Ayy, don't fuck up the tempo
Got 'em choppas, don't make us blow
Knock his dreads out, give the nigga chemo
Livin' my life off of Repost
Blowin' on the finest dro
Fuckin' on the finest hoes
Don't make me make it blow
And the K came with a scope
Lil' Rino, I feel like the Pope
Don't try to play me like a hoe
I'm the one that put you on, lil' bro (Yeah, facts)
But bros fall out though
And we know that I love you though, even if we ain't bros
Me and lil' Deuce was fuckin' on hoes (Oh, yeah)
But bros fall out though
You know that I still love you though
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, I switch up the tempo
Lil' Rino in a limousine
Tryna be in magazines
Tatted my fuckin' face, now my parents mad at me
And my granny mad at me
Said she miss the old me
I'ma spend the motherfuckin' bands, just so a nigga get fleek
I ain't never had anything, so I'ma put designer all on me
And them Percs speak to me
So don't change every lil' thing
And 'em niggas don't know me, so why you speak on me, lil' nigga?
Yeah, forreal
Feel like the world against me
Too much on me
They tryna kill lil' D
That's why I put a Xan' in my drink, to forget every lil' thing
I came in this bitch alone, and I'm okay with leavin' with just me (Facts)
Hey, you flexin' that lil' bankroll
Came in with a .44
Smokin' on the finest dro and I'm fuckin' on the finest hoes
And them demons tryna take my soul
Tryna take lil' Rino
But you know that I can't go
I can't go out like a hoe
BenjiCold, why you icy?
They like, "Rino, you ain't shit"
"Rino, you changed on your clique", yeah
"Rino, you fake than a bitch"
"Lil' Rino, you act like a bitch"
"Lil' Rino, you ain't even rich"
"Lil' Rino, you don't got a whip"
"No furniture inside your crib"
[Bros Fall Out]
BenjiCold, why you icy?
See, flexin' your lil' bankroll
Ridin' 'round with a .44
Pourin' that lean slow
Ayy, don't fuck up the tempo
Got 'em choppas, don't make us blow
Knock his dreads out, give the nigga chemo
Livin' my life off of Repost
Blowin' on the finest dro
Fuckin' on the finest hoes
Don't make me make it blow
And the K came with a scope
Lil' Rino, I feel like the Pope
Don't try to play me like a hoe
I'm the one that put you on, lil' bro (Yeah, facts)
But bros fall out though
And we know that I love you though, even if we ain't bros
Me and lil' Deuce was fuckin' on hoes (Oh, yeah)
But bros fall out though
You know that I still love you though
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, I switch up the tempo
Lil' Rino in a limousine
Tryna be in magazines
Tatted my fuckin' face, now my parents mad at me
And my granny mad at me
Said she miss the old me
I'ma spend the motherfuckin' bands, just so a nigga get fleek
I ain't never had anything, so I'ma put designer all on me
And them Percs speak to me
So don't change every lil' thing
And 'em niggas don't know me, so why you speak on me, lil' nigga?
Yeah, forreal
Feel like the world against me
Too much on me
They tryna kill lil' D
That's why I put a Xan' in my drink, to forget every lil' thing
I came in this bitch alone, and I'm okay with leavin' with just me (Facts)
Hey, you flexin' that lil' bankroll
Came in with a .44
Smokin' on the finest dro and I'm fuckin' on the finest hoes
And them demons tryna take my soul
Tryna take lil' Rino
But you know that I can't go
I can't go out like a hoe
