Me and You

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