Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dennis Kwadwo Appiah
Songwriter
Rodney Dekyi
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah run it up, run it up, count it up
Round em up, round em up, count em up
Run it up, run it up
[Verse 1]
Damn I grew up around the trillest ****
Versace belts was popular among the realest ****
Hit the sneaker store after school with ma lil ****
Quick to switch a sneaker pick up me a sick Adidas
[Verse 2]
On the road **** on the road
Every time that we ball **** I was Derrick Rose
Our souls were whiter than them Nike soles
White tees and white forces on the lows
[Chorus]
Me and my ****
Me and my ****
We ball harder than the Lakers
Me and my ****
Me and my ****
Me and my **** yeah
[Verse 3]
Every-time I was up I was up for my ****
Every time I was down it was just me and my ****
Me and my ****
Me and my ****
Me and my ****
[Verse 4]
This is facts on facts you **** really cap
We go back to back like Tupac 92
Wearing black on black we bouta rob the bank
Yeah we trap we trap just to get we some loot
[Verse 5]
Ha me and my ****
Just me and my ****
Some tough ****
That's me and my ****
Yeah we lead the game
We some father figures
Y'all **** just lame
We some cocky **** ha
Yeah you know yeah bro you know
How a **** done come up from the floor
Yeah bro you know
Yeah they know
Yeah bro they know
That we on the hardest shit that they ain't seen before
It's a fucking brotherhood them **** know
Safe to say I'm bout the shit I write and what I pull on
Safe to say my brothers got my back anytime I phone
Sticking to this trap game ain't got no time to reform
[Refrain]
Me and my ****
Just me and my ****
Hardest in the trap yeah
That me and my ****
[Chorus]
Me and my ****
Me and my ****
We ball harder than the Lakers
Me and my ****
Me and my ****
Me and my **** yeah
Written by: Dennis Kwadwo Appiah, Rodney Dekyi
