Me And You - Troy Ave

In the land of the free

And the home of the brave

Everybody’s gonna go to a grave

We might be similar, but we are different in many ways

Whether it be your reaction time, or your scale of pay

You work a job, I got work that’s hard, we both workin' hard

But you ain’t me and I ain’t you

You let shit slide, I’m down to ride

I got heart and pride

You ain’t me and I ain’t you

She savin' up, while she broke as fuck

Turned down for what

You ain’t me and I ain’t you

I came to fuck, you came to cuff

That’s lame as fuck

You ain’t me and I ain’t you

I pat myself on the shoulder, fuck a bitch and roll her over

She from Cali, so she say I’m the bomb and shit

I been myself in the world is constantly tryin' to make me someone else

That’s a great accomplishment

I’m a leader, I don’t follow dick eaters, go ahead and swallow

I brought Coogi back on the street, the first since Big

My heaters, filled with hollows

My closet, like the Apollo

Show time, furs galore, they bitin' the kid

Swagger jackin' at an all time high

This is true, I ain’t on yet, but they on mine

Damn you too?

I got a fade with a part dope boy swag, fucker

The world gonna know when they see me on that freshman cover

Maybe, never know

It’s like even the odds, last year’s the only time that I ever got robbed

And I’m talking bout magazines, not men with the masks, you seen, who?

You ain’t me, I’m not a victim like you

I think I’m in loooooove, ew

In between the legs of a chick so thick it feel like a tub

Gettin' my back rubbed, a lil better than Posh

That’s still my lil bitch, but she lookin' for something I’m not

I am that nigga, New York’s rekindled

We back, hot

If you was rappin' like a southerner, don’t think I forgot

You my sons, you ain’t my man

I’m big homie, in this here land

I told niggas I was gonna do it, y’all told lies to the fans

Troy Ave would never do ya like that, baby

Shit is wack, I’m only dealin' in facts, play me

With confidence, this the brand you can trust and believe

Vacant cribs to vacations, I lived A through Z

They reality grips ain’t firm, they don’t know AZ

I’m on Summer Jam with Nas, I fingerpopped Foxy

And she was poppin' in command of that year brand new

I didn’t fuck though just keeping it true haha