Me vs. me
I feel like it´s me vs. me
I feel like, I feel like

My friend told me, "Pop a bean" (Pop that shit)

He started counted down from three
I ain´t takin´ that shit, told him, "Leave"
But the devil with me sayin´, "Please" (Ha)
He took the Perc´ and rolled up his sleeves (Rolled up his sleeves)
Popped the cap off some liquid codeine
He took my cup, started pourin´ up lean (Yeah)
Should I rap or get a degree? (I don´t know)

I feel like it´s me vs. me (Me vs. me)
I guess it´s gon´ be what it be (It´s gon´ be what it be)
I hope I don´t end up a fiend
Trippin´ on beans and seein´ in 3D
I hope money start growin´ on trees
Call up my mama and say I´m on TV (Mom, I´m on TV)
Should I hangout with Tim or Louise?

Should I call up James or Marquise? (I don´t know)
Student by dawn, I´m a demon at night
And the Glock got a big red light
And I´m lookin´ for the opps on sight (Where they at?)
Catch a hit with your bitch, I might (Pew, pew, pew)
Mom said go back to the crib to read
Gotta study for five APs
But I´d rather be in the streets (That´s a fact)
So your kid got a mark with a beam (Pew, pew)

I hope I don´t murder me (Murder me)
I hope I don´t murder me (I hope I don´t murder me)
Please don´t murder me, please, please don´t murder me (Brrah)

Clippin´ shit like a surgery (Fah, fah, fah)
Leave his ass with a third degree
911, what´s your emergency?
Oh, shit, myself is hurtin´ me
Shit, please don´t murder me
Mabu, don´t murder me (Brrah)
Clippin´ shit like a surgery (Fah, fah, fah)
Leave his ass with a third degree
Oh, he´s dead certainly
We´re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time (What will I do? Goddamn)
Yeah, I´m mentally locked in, puttin´ in pain
Voice in my head screamin´ my name (Mabu)
Got too many things on my brain
Like what? Money, bitches, fame
One day sunny, next day, it rains
And, oh, Meechi, he doin´ cocaine
I´m with the white kids, then the gang

It´s like one day I´m gay, then I´m straight

I feel like it´s me vs. me (Me vs. me)
I guess it´s gon´ be what it be (It´s gon´ be what it be)
I hope I don´t end up a fiend
Trippin´ on beans and seein´ in 3D
I hope money start growin´ on trees
Call up my mama and say I´m on TV (Mom, I´m on TV)
Should I hangout with Tim or Louise?
Should I call up James or Marquise? (I don´t know)
Student by dawn, I´m a demon at night
And the Glock got a big red light
And I´m lookin´ for the opps on sight (Where they at?)
Catch a hit with your bitch, I might (Pew, pew, pew)

Mom said go back to the crib to read
Gotta study for five APs
But I´d rather be in the streets (That´s a fact)
So your kid got a mark with a beam (Pew, pew)