"Me Vs Everybody" lyrics
Yhung T.O. & Money Montage Lyrics
Montage, you a fool, boy
Chris Rose gon' be the reason we gon' blow, boom
I been feeling like I seen it all
If you ain't down for the cause, you shouldn't be involved
Got a lot of niggas mad, but I'm not at all
Lately, I been sitting back tryna plot it all
Gotta understood, yeah
All these niggas out here dissing really fans, yeah
Guess them sports ain't work for you
Tried to tell you that these streets gon' be worst for you
Heard them niggas got you crashing out
Niggas broke, can't even afford a half an ounce
Camera show me everything when I'm backing out
I got everything you need, just not at the house
Real-ass nigga from the jump with it
Five bands, I bet I can get you slumped with it
This what you want? Nigga, come get it
Hope they told you that this chop' hold a hundiddy
Been told you that these niggas can't fuck with me
With my niggas from middle school who used to clutch semi's
I ain't had to do recruiting like these other niggas
For damn sho' ain't cliquing up with no sucker niggas
He robbed yo' mans and you gave a pass
Now you doing songs 'cause they on yo' ass
To me, that sound like a bitch move
Got too slimy for that shit, I had to quit school
I ain't got to show you what my wrist do
Hit your block, I'll show you what that stick do
I got tired of toting Glocks, we tote missiles
We just blew some shit down, it's official
She say show me love, shit, I'm fin' to
Sometimes, I need somebody just to vent to
How you 'posed to know who really with you?
Tell some shit that I told you, I'ma get you
When them demons come for you, they won't miss you
Standing tall through bullshit like I'm 6'2"
You wanna trip, we could trip, too
Shit, I don't trip 'cause I'm quick off the hip, too
Baby green, still tell me what you hip to
I'm a real street nigga with a pistol
But I know you probably done been through some shit, too
Soon as I walk up out that door, girl, I miss you
But you know fa' sho' I'm coming back to you
On this mic, I speak facts, I won't cap to you
I might sing a lil' bit, but I won't rap to you
And nigga, what you need? It ain't shit to ship a pack to you
Chris Rose gon' be the reason we gon' blow, boom
I been feeling like I seen it all
If you ain't down for the cause, you shouldn't be involved
Got a lot of niggas mad, but I'm not at all
Lately, I been sitting back tryna plot it all
Gotta understood, yeah
All these niggas out here dissing really fans, yeah
Guess them sports ain't work for you
Tried to tell you that these streets gon' be worst for you
Heard them niggas got you crashing out
Niggas broke, can't even afford a half an ounce
Camera show me everything when I'm backing out
I got everything you need, just not at the house
Real-ass nigga from the jump with it
Five bands, I bet I can get you slumped with it
This what you want? Nigga, come get it
Hope they told you that this chop' hold a hundiddy
Been told you that these niggas can't fuck with me
With my niggas from middle school who used to clutch semi's
I ain't had to do recruiting like these other niggas
For damn sho' ain't cliquing up with no sucker niggas
He robbed yo' mans and you gave a pass
Now you doing songs 'cause they on yo' ass
To me, that sound like a bitch move
Got too slimy for that shit, I had to quit school
I ain't got to show you what my wrist do
Hit your block, I'll show you what that stick do
I got tired of toting Glocks, we tote missiles
We just blew some shit down, it's official
She say show me love, shit, I'm fin' to
Sometimes, I need somebody just to vent to
How you 'posed to know who really with you?
Tell some shit that I told you, I'ma get you
When them demons come for you, they won't miss you
Standing tall through bullshit like I'm 6'2"
You wanna trip, we could trip, too
Shit, I don't trip 'cause I'm quick off the hip, too
Baby green, still tell me what you hip to
I'm a real street nigga with a pistol
But I know you probably done been through some shit, too
Soon as I walk up out that door, girl, I miss you
But you know fa' sho' I'm coming back to you
On this mic, I speak facts, I won't cap to you
I might sing a lil' bit, but I won't rap to you
And nigga, what you need? It ain't shit to ship a pack to you
