Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Them or Me, artist - Nico LindsayDate of issue: 24.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Them or Me |
| I don’t know who should be |
| More pissed, them or me |
| I don’t know who should be |
| More pissed, them or me |
| Them or me, them or me |
| Wait, it’s them or me |
| It’s them or me, it’s them or me |
| Wait, fam, it’s them or me |
| Listen, yo, I see 'em creeping, wondering, another thing to focus on |
| But focus never gone, I lock on and pay attention |
| They know of but never mention but that, I prefer |
| Strategies first before rolling out in the field |
| Shattering thrills by doing what I naturally feel |
| They actually don’t do but it’s mad that you feel |
| Battle yourself, it comes like that’s what you need |
| But eyes are on me, honestly |
| Avoid the BS, I reach the next step and look for more |
| Some even envy but they’re booked for tours |
| I’m still local, tryna make it pop |
| My bars drop will make you have to look at yours |
| Suddenly, you have to look at floors, counting all the cracks |
| Contemplating all your different flaws |
| Tryna figure out a new plan to fit into, sick to you |
| It’s me or them, no switching moves |
| Doing what they didn’t do, and even if they did |
| I’d just do it from a different view, way more official too |
| I don’t know who should be |
| More pissed, them or me |
| I don’t know who should be |
| More pissed, them or me |
| Them or me, them or me |
| Wait, it’s them or me |
| It’s them or me, it’s them or me |
| Wait, fam, it’s them or me |
| I don’t give a flying fuck of what these fuckers say |
| The day I give a fuck is the day I hit my grave |
| I see bare out-of-towners down here tryna act brave |
| Get their phone lift, they start to hate that life they crave |
| They want that hip hop real shit, dirt under the fingernails |
| Spitting tales, wishing that they hid the hidden grail |
| Running their lips of their life, they big on kiss-and-tell |
| Tail between they legs, stripping, thinking that they failed |
| They on their fake views, fake fans, fake damn everything |
| Fake tan, Essex girl, bait as fuck at everything |
| This ain’t no blog shit, forget that (fuck you, man) |
| Bitch, I’m with a sick akh, bitch, I’m in the basement with a pickaxe |
| Picking neurosis, open up my own string |
| Rotting away like halitosis, I’m on some old shit |
| I’m on my own shit, rolling my whole chin |
| I told you cunts before, I hold a grudge when I go in |
| I don’t know who should be |
| More pissed, them or me |
| I don’t know who should be |
| More pissed, them or me |
| Them or me, them or me |
| Wait, it’s them or me |
| It’s them or me, it’s them or me |
| Wait, fam, it’s them or me |
| Yo, and I ain’t vouching for either |
| Claiming they’re sick and turning up with glandular fever |
| And I ain’t preeing it cause it’s ebola flow |
| Ain’t the only style I could strangle the beat with |
| ting like this shit is beneath me |
| None of these hormonal flies can pitch on my faeces |
| The smell between the lines that I’ve been selling 'em dreams with |
| I’m cold, alie, and they can act like this ain’t the ends that I’m deep in |
| But I’m still rolling, like 'please alienate my species' |
| Yeah, they don’t know the life |
| I’ve been openly closing the minds of those that think they can reach me |
| While on my grime daily, they look for the weekly |
| I told man, they need me |
| But I’m still mixing these colours, phantom |
| But this opera don’t like the voice I’ve discovered |
| And this fire that I throw at random |
| Mothers, I’m still creating this silence |
| Like I had a choice on these roads of being red and hating on these violets |
| I don’t know who should be |
| More pissed, them or me |
| I don’t know who should be |
| More pissed, them or me |
| Them or me, them or me |
| Wait, it’s them or me |
| It’s them or me, it’s them or me |
| Wait, fam, it’s them or me |