Like Me!

(albüm: wxstnb - 2021)

(Dylvinci got the code)
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah

I watch the money come in
Don't try to say you my friend, nah
Always got judged by the color of my skin
But that shit won't stop me 'cause I finna win, yeah
Shoutout to Juno, my twin, yeah
Been on the grind for a ming, yeah
Put your mixtape in the bin, yeah
Talk about me and that block finna spin
That boy, he didn't wanna tussle
No, he don't wanna fight, he don't wanna scuffle
Turning my opps into muhfucking rubble
You messing with me then, boy, you is in trouble
You making money, well, I'm making double
Put you inside of the grave, need a shovel
Know you down bad, boy, I know that you struggle
Making my moves and no, you won't discover, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I might hop in the Wraith, yeah
Fuck it, I got a roof and that shit outta space, yeah
You done got money, boy, you got to change, yeah
Please don't try to say that we the same, no
Money come in 'cause I'm making it back
Our cash ain't the same 'cause your money subtract
And don't be mad at me, that shit just a fact
You living a lie, boy, your life is just cap
Who the fuck repping Indy on they back?
Who the fuck making money repping that?
Who the fuck always making songs that slap?
And who the fuck getting numbers? Make a stash
Like me, ain't nobody do it like me
Fuck a stain, no, we fighting
Off the dome, I don't do writing
In a Rolls Royce, you riding
Talk [?] know we sliding
Speeding on that freeway, gliding (I don't think this is the one but we'll see)
Yeah, yeah yeah

Doing a show on the roof
I know she topping me up when I walk in the room
Yeah, she wanna ride on my cone knowing that I'ma boom
Yeah, slurring my words like I'm drinking a packet of booze
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I shit on the limits
That's how I did it
Tell me I'm not into phishing
But I know I'm inefficient
A full deck of cards, throw it away, going fishing
Can't see the vision
I know you need a prescription
Fuck out my face, you a hindrance

I watch the money come in
Don't try to say you my friend, nah (Yeah, yeah)
Always got judged by the color of my skin
But that shit won't stop me 'cause I finna win, yeah
Shoutout to Juno, my twin, yeah
Been on the grind for a ming, yeah
Put your mixtape in the bin, yeah
Talk about me and that block finna spin
That boy, he didn't wanna tussle
No, he don't wanna fight, he don't wanna scuffle
Turning my opps into muhfucking rubble
You messing with me then, boy, you is in trouble
You making money, well, I'm making double
Put you inside of the grave, need a shovel
Know you down bad, boy, I know that you struggle
Making my moves and no, you won't discover, uh