paroles de chanson Me Vs. Me - Greg B
I'm
caught
up
in
beef
I
got
a
hater.
Don't
wanna
see
me
believe
Trying
to
catch
me
lacking
out
in
these
streets
Fresh
from
the
dead
out
of
the
cemetery
Condemnation
don't
wanna
see
me
be
free
It's
really
Me
vs.
Me
I'm
caught
up
in
beef
I
got
a
hater.
Don't
wanna
see
me
believe
Trying
to
catch
me
lacking
out
in
these
streets
Fresh
from
the
dead
out
of
the
cemetery
Condemnation
don't
wanna
see
me
be
free
It's
really
Me
vs.
Me
Well
Well
Well,
What
do
we
have
here
It's
just
the
same
old
you,
but
just
another
year
You
trynna
act
brand
new
with
all
this
holy
gear
I
can
see
right
through
that
Christian
veneer
Aye,
what
about
all
of
those
hearts
that
you
broke
All
of
that
weed
that
you
smoked
I
know
some
things
they
don't
know
I
got
some
dirt
about
that'll
get
your
license
revoked
And
got
the
nerve
to
preach
the
Bible
trynna
talk
to
these
folks
Who
told
you
to
rear
your
ugly
head
You
was
supposed
to
be
dead
I'll
turn
the
tables
instead
You
pulled
a
wild
card.
Well,
I'm
gonna
turn
the
color
to
red
And
tell
you
bout
my
Savior
Jesus
when
He
hung
died
and
bled
Yeah,
you
pulled
my
card
on
that
first
verse
I
skip
it
back
in
reverse
So
it's
about
to
get
worst
Draw
2 and
4.
That's
6 to
put
you
back
in
the
hurst
Keep
Jesus
numero
Uno.
That
means
I'm
out
and
He's
first
I'm
caught
up
in
beef
I
got
a
hater.
Don't
wanna
see
me
believe
Trying
to
catch
me
lacking
out
in
these
streets
Fresh
from
the
dead
out
of
the
cemetery
Condemnation
don't
wanna
see
me
be
free
It's
really
Me
vs.
Me
I'm
caught
up
in
beef
I
got
a
hater.
Don't
wanna
see
me
believe
Trying
to
catch
me
lacking
out
in
these
streets
Fresh
from
the
dead
out
of
the
cemetery
Condemnation
don't
wanna
see
me
be
free
It's
really
Me
vs.
Me
Masquerading
like
you
clean,
but
I
know
that
you
messy
Had
that
low
self-esteem,
some
of
them
shorties
was
hefty
19
or
17?
The
age
gets
a
little
sketchy
I
know
exactly
what
I
mean
cuz
I
was
there
when
she
text
me
And
you
were
there
too,
don't
act
brand
new.
We
was
besties
Travelling
like
James
harden.
Taking
shots
with
the
lefty
Making
all
of
the
calls,
just
like
you
was
a
referee
Laying
up
foul,
while
steppin
back
with
your
exxie
Take
that
mask
off.
You
not
really
me.
You
really
condemnation
I
cast
down
every
thought
and
imagination
From
the
devil's
fiery
darts
that
come
through
conversation
Jesus
blood
pumps
through
my
heart.
These
are
my
palpitations
God
gave
me
a
new
start,
I
am
a
new
creation
Born
again
state
of
the
art,
the
Lord's
innovation
Molding
me
straight
from
the
pot,
He's
doing
renovation
Told
the
devil
that
he
has
to
depart,
this
his
evacuation
Finally,
I
am
free
Where
the
Spirit
is
there
is
liberty
And
in
Christ
I
know
my
identity
I
plead
the
blood
against
my
enemy
Even
if
that
enemy
is
really
me
vs
me
Finally,
I
am
free
Where
the
Spirit
is
there
is
liberty
And
in
Christ
I
know
my
identity
I
plead
the
blood
against
my
enemy
Even
if
that
enemy
is
really
me
vs
me
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