Two Of Us
Hey
I know you wish there was two of me
Well that make two of us
I got dreams of living out my life inside a tour bus
I just left from 30,000 feet up in the air with a stewardess
Who look like Halle Berry
And she only getting cuter
It's been more than 100 Nights and 100 Days broke as fuck
I'm just tryna put the rap game inside a cobra clutch
Got 'em asking who is TWENTY24FOUR?
And do he keep it tucked?
If you tryna find out
I'll be glad to put a hole in ya
You can't tell me shit cus I been broke and never folded up
Never had my handout begging
Never felt no pity
Never asked not to be grown as fuck
I just kept it pushing with my chin up like a soldier does
I just left from war with myself and
I still can't tell who won
I know you wish there was two of me
Well that makes two of us
If it was up to me
I'd spend the weekend in yo cuticles
All up in yo space but the truth is girl I'm new to this
I'm way used to me and music
It's hard to get used to this
I remember mixing my drugs like is this abusiveness?
I wake up and smoke
Then pop these pills till I see Lucifer
All these medications half 'em got me overthinking
Like did the doc give me placebos? Shit
Maybe I ain't crazy
Maybe I'm what a nuisance is
Maybe teachers wasn't lying
They said I'm getting stupider
I was high already tryna stretch out to reach jupiter
I was down and out last year
Now I'm up in this bitch like a pap smear
Knee deep in the game I can't veer
Don't drive me crazy cus if I steer
I can turn yo dreams to a nightmare
Catch a body dump the body
Who'da thought he?
Yea the quietest in the room do the homi
Cole tried to tell y'all everybody be about it
If you push em off the teeter totter
Swear it's two sides to em even if he wasn't born summer time, Gemini
Step aside desperate times
Call for, desperate measures it's a pleasure
Introduce the Smith and Wesson to yo temple
All just for bread
Cus I'm still broke as broke can get
But I'm only getting better
Only getting tempted
Really staying tempted
Still tryna break these temptations
Cus life is filled with tests and
Ima second guessing, overthinking
Extra stressing extraterrestrial
Feeling like I'm outta this world
Feeling like I'm boutta takeoff
Feeling like I'm outta this bitch
Dead broke so I'm tryna live and be rich
Only real feel me, rest really ain't shit
Only real feel me, rest really aint shit
I know you wish there was two of me
Well that make two of us
I know you wish there was two of me
Well that make
Well that make
I know you wish there was two of me
Well that make two of us
I got dreams of living out my life inside a tour bus
I just left from 30,000 feet up in the air with a stewardess
Who look like Halle Berry
And she only getting cuter
It's been more than 100 Nights and 100 Days broke as fuck
I'm just tryna put the rap game inside a cobra clutch
Got 'em asking who is TWENTY24FOUR?
And do he keep it tucked?
If you tryna find out
I'll be glad to put a hole in ya
You can't tell me shit cus I been broke and never folded up
Never had my handout begging
Never felt no pity
Never asked not to be grown as fuck
I just kept it pushing with my chin up like a soldier does
I just left from war with myself and
I still can't tell who won
I know you wish there was two of me
Well that makes two of us
If it was up to me
I'd spend the weekend in yo cuticles
All up in yo space but the truth is girl I'm new to this
I'm way used to me and music
It's hard to get used to this
I remember mixing my drugs like is this abusiveness?
I wake up and smoke
Then pop these pills till I see Lucifer
All these medications half 'em got me overthinking
Like did the doc give me placebos? Shit
Maybe I ain't crazy
Maybe I'm what a nuisance is
Maybe teachers wasn't lying
They said I'm getting stupider
I was high already tryna stretch out to reach jupiter
I was down and out last year
Now I'm up in this bitch like a pap smear
Knee deep in the game I can't veer
Don't drive me crazy cus if I steer
I can turn yo dreams to a nightmare
Catch a body dump the body
Who'da thought he?
Yea the quietest in the room do the homi
Cole tried to tell y'all everybody be about it
If you push em off the teeter totter
Swear it's two sides to em even if he wasn't born summer time, Gemini
Step aside desperate times
Call for, desperate measures it's a pleasure
Introduce the Smith and Wesson to yo temple
All just for bread
Cus I'm still broke as broke can get
But I'm only getting better
Only getting tempted
Really staying tempted
Still tryna break these temptations
Cus life is filled with tests and
Ima second guessing, overthinking
Extra stressing extraterrestrial
Feeling like I'm outta this world
Feeling like I'm boutta takeoff
Feeling like I'm outta this bitch
Dead broke so I'm tryna live and be rich
Only real feel me, rest really ain't shit
Only real feel me, rest really aint shit
I know you wish there was two of me
Well that make two of us
I know you wish there was two of me
Well that make
Well that make
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Writer(s): Amir Elhindi
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