Me vs tha world Lyrics – Yeat

Read the full Me vs tha world lyrics by Yeat along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yeat’s music, you can also explore Lose Control and Jetski, two other songs by Yeat.

[Intro]
Fu*k what— (Ooh)
Fu*k your world, fu*k what you heard (Ooh)
Fu*k the critics, fu*k ’em all
I just stay down (SWIZ need to pipe down)
Yeah, just stayed the same the whole time

[Chorus]
I feel like the world against me (Phew, yeah, ah)
But I don’t give a fu*k ’bout that s*it (S*it)
Boy, we always trendy (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) (Trendy)
You can try getting high like I did, one time, yeah, you would feel like you get hit by a truck or a semi (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

I turned out the inside of the Cayenne to the outside, made that b!tch cream, yeah (Swerve, skrrt)
I put turbo on that b!tch, you can hear that b!tch scream from a mile away (Woah, woah) (Swerve)
I ain’t put no rich people on, they ain’t got nun’ to say to me, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I didn’t take no handouts
They ain’t got nun’ to say to us, boy, they don’t play wit’ us (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
All us rich ba*tards, we do what we want (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah

[Verse]
All us ain’t had nothing but we made it something, yeah
I got a twizzy moving chickens like he baking ’em (Bird)
You gotta watch your back, the closest one might be the one snaking you
I don’t expect nothing from nobody, b!tch, I pay for what I wanna do, yeah
A couple years ago, I ain’t know what the hell I was doing, I ain’t know what to do (Do)
Every time I step outside, I’m in some different shoes (Shoes)
I might just roll some s*it with my demons so I ain’t have to deal with that s*it (Shh)
Just ignore what I said for a sec’ ’cause I know that you better off just not dealing with it (Ugh)
B!tch, I turn up at my show, so I can feel the whole bootup (Up)
I take this X like it’s my vitamin, can’t change how I maneuver (Yeah, yeah)
But I’m so in love with the Percs’ and the Vicodins, this s*it, it like some manure (Oxy’)
I wanna put some pointers on my watch, so I go call up Eliantte, my jeweler (Baguette)
But at the end of the day, it still feel like the world against me (Yeah, against me)
I had to put faith in my pockets, ’cause that’s where yo’ friends be (Yeah, I guess)
I had to change up how I seen it all, b!tch, how my lens be (Change, yeah, yeah)
I had to change up how I ball, b!tch, I was overextending, yeah

I heard it’s good to be doing more than doing less, yeah
If I hear a pu*sy say something, boy, say it with yo’ chest (Ack)
How the fu*k they rock that fake lifestyle? Fake Moncleezy vest (Ack)
They wonder how the hell Yeat made it out, boy, I barely turned into the best, yeah
Yeah, most of these people act birdie, they talking s*it online, yeah, like Twitter, they nests (Woah, oh)
I learned how to do this s*it straight from the bottom, finesse with the bag and then invest the rest (Yeah, yeah, woah)
Yeah, we been doing this s*it for a while now, so we ain’t impressed (Wait, wait, woah, uh)
This b!tch had been sucking me up for a while now, so her head really turn to the best (Wait, wait, woah, woah)
I can’t fall in love with a b!tch, I just can’t (Go)
I ain’t about to do all that again (No)
Yeah and I get that you don’t understand, I get how you are, you with me (Mm-hm)
Yeah, but I don’t really want me and you (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Yeah, I just like to get top in that coupe
Crib in the desert and it got a pool (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Crib in the Hills, just to look at the view
(View) (Uh)

[Chorus]
I feel like the world against me (Phew, yeah, ah)
But I don’t give a fu*k ’bout that s*it (S*it)
Boy, we always trendy (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) (Trendy)
You can try getting high like I did, one time, yeah, you would feel like you get hit by a truck or a semi (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I turned out the inside of the Cayenne to the outside, made that b!tch cream, yeah (Swerve, skrrt)
I put turbo on that b!tch, you can hear that b!tch scream from a mile away (Woah, woah) (Swerve)
I ain’t put no rich people on, they ain’t got nun’ to say to me, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I didn’t take no handouts
They ain’t got nun’ to say to us, boy, they don’t play wit’ us (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
All us rich ba*tards, we do what we want (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah