Me And You

Won't ever be compared I'm greater
Hated like an LA resident who doesn't like the Lakers
And who to pay for it?

I get shit for free
Like a thief in a mall, I'm going on a mad spree
So call a taxi
Yell out follow him quick

Cause at the pace I'm goin' I'm so to blow quick
Now the bitches on my dick
Now the people wanna talk

Gunna have myself a cup of coffee and roam around the mall
But why? To window shop
Come on, yo I ain't ballin'
After they hear that, they're probably all going to stop callin me

To the way I don't respond
No I won't write you song
Hear the stories in your song
How you never got along