Smoove Vs. Smoove Lyrics

Everything me vs me

Everything me vs the past Smoove

Cracks in my heart like a cashew

Opening up be the last move

I read the Bible, I'm reading people, it don't add up like a math move

Everything contrast look like a zebra don't try to play me with cat food

I do this shit for my pops

I do this shit for my fallen ones

I do this shit for the most high

I do this shit for my fallen ones

I do this shit for the HouseMaster

I do this shit for my fallen ones

I do this shit for my fallen ones

I do this shit for my fallen ones

I bottle up and I'm boutta erupt

Ain't no volcano I rock out the mud

I popped a shroom I was geeked I was stuck

I had to shut up I'm talking too much

I really think that my ankle be broke

Niggas be tryna use me for a crutch

I'm not a nurse but I'll write me a note

Niggas be capping and flocking and such

I wanna take me a trip to Ibiza

She said I'm trim and I'm cut like a pizza

But she don't know I'm too fast like a cheetah

She eat it the best when you know she a pleaser

Drip in the winter I'm tissin' the season

The industry bland had to switch up the season

These rappers gossip they dissing they teacher

And these haters gossip they be like the BM

I been chasing money from am to pm and pm to am I'm giving out features

I been too honest they ducking they preacher

Giannis my music it jump out the bleachers

I'm yelling Dame Time like a chica

We on the same time yea me neither

I'm on the facetime with a diva

I'm boutta hang up and get me some bread

Everything me vs me

Everything me vs the past Smoove

Cracks in my heart like a cashew

Opening up be the last move

I read the Bible, I'm reading people, it don't add up like a math move

Everything contrast look like a zebra don't try to play me with cat food

I do this shit for my pops

I do this shit for my fallen ones

I do this shit for the most high

I do this shit for my fallen ones

I do this shit for the HouseMaster

I do this shit for my fallen ones

I do this shit for my fallen ones

I do this shit for my fallen ones

Oh he done dropped some trash go get it cleaned no disposal

I was in the O with Preach recording motorola

I never went to store but I'm reading the scene like Barnes & Noble

Bet you that I keep it quiet, bet you I'm already knowing

No you cannot play a playa, only thing sweet what i'm pouring

I wasn't even tryna wake 'em if they sleep then they going

I do this shit for my pops I ain't get to see him his last morning

I had to turn up a lot but I turn to God after every moment

It's just me vs me

Me vs Smoove

Me vs me vs me vs me vs me vs me