Nico Lindsay - Them or Me lyrics

[Hook: Trim] 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 [Verse 1: Nico Lindsay] 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 [Hook: Trim] 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 [Verse 2: The Last Skeptik] I don't give a flying f** of what these f**ers say The day I give a f** 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 sh**, 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, Ess** girl, bait as f** at everything This ain't no blog sh**, forget that (f** you, man) b**h, I'm with a sick akh, b**h, I'm in the basement with a pickaxe Picking neurosis, open up my own string Rotting away like halitosis, I'm on some old sh** I'm on my own sh**, rolling my whole chin I told you c*nts before, I hold a grudge when I go in [Hook: Trim] 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 [Verse 3: Trim] 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 sh** 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 [Hook: Trim] 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