Me or You

Heartbreak kid, I feel like I'm Shawn Michaels
I wouldn't take her personal, I know that hoe recycled
Smack a pussy nigga right on camera and go viral
Folks look at my son and tell me, damn, he look just like you

That shit old to me, but new to you, so it excite you
I can draw some plays and coach these niggas like I'm Ty Lue
But I can't get crossed up
Hustlers don't complain, they just boss up

All this fuckin' pain got me charged up
Mobbin' with the gang, all these spark blunts
If it's fourth down, I will not punt
If it ain't 'bout pape or a play, I will not come

Only time you gon' see me run is if the cops come
My lil' niggas clumsy, cause they always tryna drop sumn'
He keep chasing hoes and don't got none
I don't chase these bitches, cause I got one

She nut every time, I get the job done
She wanna fuck a nigga cause I'm dark skinned
I won't break or fold, I cannot bend
I ain't scared to shoot, I am not Ben

Yes, I fuckin' carry, but I'm not Jim
You cannot compare me cause I'm not them
I'm my own man
I was 17, moving like a grown man
This was my idea, came up with my own plan

Gotta play em' close, cause it be your own mans
She can hold my dick, we will never hold hands
Real nigga first, please don't get this shit confused
Why would I cuff a hoe, if I know that she gon' choose

Now posting on the media, I don't got shit to prove
I'm still slidin' round like I don't got shit to lose
They gon' think I'm crip, when I pop out with these blues
Thinking I'ma lick, you gon' end up on the news

R.I.P. to you,
Thinking this shit sweet
Then your God will be meeting you
I won't do no talkin', I'ma let this pistol speak to you
I'ma send you up if it's coming down to me or you



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Writer(s): Brendon Poulson
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