Like Me Songtext

A lot of time I have too much on my mind
Feeling Jaded
After all I been through they don't want me to ride
Feeling hated
I was blessed with this sick shit I love it and why
Cause then I made it
Like what a wonderful time to be one of a kind

Since a youngin' I would always sit and wonder
"Mom is anybody sick like me?"
Now these hating ass niggas that was laughing at me daily
Tryna live like me
These groupie bitches all up in a nigga face because I made it
Never did like me
You can bet ya bottom dolla I'll be shocked the day I find someone who is like me

They lying through they teeth if the told you the kid was flawless
Considering I'm full of flaws like a dental office
I tell a chick don't get involved, I don't know what feelings are to her
And heart won't beat like when the instrumental pauses
Sick of all this
Like niggas that be trippin on some freaking broad shit
Steady jumping in my pockets like it's a mosh pit
I really intended to get you men straight but the kid can't
Niggas call it menopauses
Pick apart the starving independent artist in the dark
Against the wall like they gon paint a perfect picture on it
By definition my repetitions of lifting artists
Made it beautiful when I Fall you get it September August
Mama called and said I'm proud and it was awkward
Maybe cause I never realized what I did accomplish
I'm in the mirror lookin like yeah that was his accomplice
No mental problems addiction gone and no pending charges
This isn't my battle you little frauds living off it
Peeling liquor popping, nigga stop it
You be doing drugs for the bitches watching
And some plays on your whack ass song pick a different topic
You never had a petition popping
Quit your talking I'm speaking over you like when a intercom is
Women love it when I spit the raw shit
Got yo bitch at my show and I'm finna stick her, explicit content
Fuck them, this is food for the soul
Corn bread greens Black Eyed Peas finna get retarded
Y'all gotta excuse me, but all this bullshit got me hella lightheaded
Dennis Rodman
Breaking down the Dutch and feel it while my kid is watching
Saying he gon be like me like that shit's an option
I still struggle with success never hear the darkness
Before I leave you brainless put it with the nonsense

Since a youngin' I would always sit and wonder
"Mom is anybody sick like me?"
Now these hating ass niggas that was laughing at me daily
Tryna live like me
These groupie bitches all up in a nigga face because I made it
Never did like me
You can bet ya bottom dolla I'll be shocked the day I find someone who is like me

They like "Iso what you gon do once the money is gone?"
Walk into the mental institution like, "honey I'm home"
I remember when I fucked this bad bitch after the nurses did count
Man I really wonder what's she been on
Chronic anxiety got me always stuck in my home
Thinking I ain't unplug the iron or the oven is on
ODB with OCD like something is wrong
Can't believe I saved lives with one of my songs
And that's facts they come to my shows and give me a thanks
And know every single word when I get on the stage
And pretty women want to fuck because I'm sick in the brain
She put a tongue in my ear and said she been through the same
I went through a rigorous phase and I remember the days
I was broke enough to rob you to put ten in my tank
Broke enough to rob a nigga's whole memory bank
Maximizing my efficiency fuck minimum wage
Niggas ain't ill as me, positive your energy ain't
Don't get to drop top on ya whip when you in Kennedy range
You never been forced to confinement cause the sickness you face
Or your baby mama left you and yo kid ain't the same
So when niggas dropping these videos and sipping a drank
Popping a bunch of pills and acting real, but really it's fake
It'a an agenda the government got you bitches afraid
And I'm willing to feel up a chick call me Hillary Banks
Benjamin Frank, I been frank nigga, that's a hundred with you
Don't you hate when niggas try to beef but they don't want it with you
See ya success and switch up like they coming with you
Ebony magazine blood, I got a bunch of issues
I'm having a ball being brainsick, fundamentals
You think it's fun until the ones try and come to get you
And when it all falls down, it really wasn't with you
Dear everybody you ain't really loved me did you?
Damn

Since a youngin' I would always sit and wonder
"Mom is anybody sick like me?"
Now these hating ass niggas that was laughing at me daily
Tryna live like me
These groupie bitches all up in a nigga face because I made it
Never did like me
You can bet ya bottom dolla I'll be shocked the day I find someone who is like me
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