Be Like Me
Who am I to myself
And who am I to them
I really do try but
No matter what
The only thing that's guaranteed at the end of the day is death
And I really try to look at life in a better manner
It's extremely hard just living day by day
But what I tell myself is
This man never needed no acceptance
He only needed a little affection
Now I got her bussing it down in a reverend
Only feel something when I'm in her presence
Back when I was best friends with Alexis
My friendships only led to an exit
From mommas money spent on my lessons
17, throwing in checks for our rent no flexing
Living down in Westchester, chilling with the bros
Doing things that only mean cons, no pros
Ignorance kept me from the honor roll but that's when I knew it was my time to go
From dishonorable to I don't know
I struggle with emotions that I don't show
Even though it happened a long time ago, scars shown to explain why I have grown
Why do the kids wanna be like me
Having courage just don't seem like me
Open world only to see slightly
Doors closed slow pours
In the VIP
I know it seems likely
RIP to the BIG
Perception of death is set to be frightening
High beams light shining
Constantly crying like I'm dying
That's me but I ask
Why do the kids wanna be like me
Having courage just don't seem like me
Open world only to see slightly
Doors closed slow pours
In the VIP
I know it seems likely
RIP to the BIG
Perception of death is set to be frightening
High beams
Yea
Ok now let me tell you how I be feeling
Raise my mothafucking hands to the ceiling
Got the cards in my hand, I hate dealing
Even when I'm dead, I won't ever play the victim
My brother been staying in the state prison
Drug money that had nothing to do with him
Yell code red when there isn't enough being said
Don't fall to the floor when we just bought a bed
And a pop to the tempo means off with their head
They won't stop from the go
They won't see their own end
I'm in a field full of crows, trying to change my mindset
Woes follow me home to see what I have left
Like a pat down
Living in a mad house, in my room high volume
Surrounded by vast sounds
I try to calm down but its hard when its that loud
Me and the voices sitting in the back now like
Why do the kids wanna be like me
Having courage just don't seem like me
Open world only to see slightly
Doors closed slow pours
In the VIP
I know it seems likely
RIP to the BIG
Perception of death is set to be frightening
High beams light shining
Constantly crying like I'm dying
That's me but I ask
Why do the kids wanna be like me
Having courage just don't seem like me
Open world only to see slightly
Doors closed slow pours
In the VIP
I know it seems likely
RIP to the BIG
Perception of death is set to be frightening
High beams light shining
Constantly crying like I'm dying
That's me
That's me
And who am I to them
I really do try but
No matter what
The only thing that's guaranteed at the end of the day is death
And I really try to look at life in a better manner
It's extremely hard just living day by day
But what I tell myself is
This man never needed no acceptance
He only needed a little affection
Now I got her bussing it down in a reverend
Only feel something when I'm in her presence
Back when I was best friends with Alexis
My friendships only led to an exit
From mommas money spent on my lessons
17, throwing in checks for our rent no flexing
Living down in Westchester, chilling with the bros
Doing things that only mean cons, no pros
Ignorance kept me from the honor roll but that's when I knew it was my time to go
From dishonorable to I don't know
I struggle with emotions that I don't show
Even though it happened a long time ago, scars shown to explain why I have grown
Why do the kids wanna be like me
Having courage just don't seem like me
Open world only to see slightly
Doors closed slow pours
In the VIP
I know it seems likely
RIP to the BIG
Perception of death is set to be frightening
High beams light shining
Constantly crying like I'm dying
That's me but I ask
Why do the kids wanna be like me
Having courage just don't seem like me
Open world only to see slightly
Doors closed slow pours
In the VIP
I know it seems likely
RIP to the BIG
Perception of death is set to be frightening
High beams
Yea
Ok now let me tell you how I be feeling
Raise my mothafucking hands to the ceiling
Got the cards in my hand, I hate dealing
Even when I'm dead, I won't ever play the victim
My brother been staying in the state prison
Drug money that had nothing to do with him
Yell code red when there isn't enough being said
Don't fall to the floor when we just bought a bed
And a pop to the tempo means off with their head
They won't stop from the go
They won't see their own end
I'm in a field full of crows, trying to change my mindset
Woes follow me home to see what I have left
Like a pat down
Living in a mad house, in my room high volume
Surrounded by vast sounds
I try to calm down but its hard when its that loud
Me and the voices sitting in the back now like
Why do the kids wanna be like me
Having courage just don't seem like me
Open world only to see slightly
Doors closed slow pours
In the VIP
I know it seems likely
RIP to the BIG
Perception of death is set to be frightening
High beams light shining
Constantly crying like I'm dying
That's me but I ask
Why do the kids wanna be like me
Having courage just don't seem like me
Open world only to see slightly
Doors closed slow pours
In the VIP
I know it seems likely
RIP to the BIG
Perception of death is set to be frightening
High beams light shining
Constantly crying like I'm dying
That's me
That's me
Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Brito
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