
Like I Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Crazed insane, it's no lie
Crazed insane, it's no lie
Try living like I, like I
Crazed insane, it's no lie
Can't explain it, no lie
Think it's basic, go try
Try living like I, like I
Be dealing with this bullshit on a daily
Haters throw shots but their bullets don't graze me
Go behind my back cause they too scared to face me
Try living like I, like I
Be smoking Jane today to take the pain away
Over some things that I can't just say
So fuck it, I'ma light it up to escape this place
But try living like I, like I
Crazed insane, it's no lie
Can't explain it, no lie
Think it's basic, go try
Try living like I, like I
Welcome to another day in the life of a young motherfucker
Struggling to get by, dig off in my pocket
Got a couple dollars and some marijuana
Roll it up and take a puff and get high
Shit, here I go, real muhfucka, yeah I know
Cause every fuckin' thang' I feel get spoke
Too many fakes will pose a real muhfucka
Speaking the truth, yeah here I is, let me clear my throat
And engineer my flow, til' every motherfucking gear I go
Reaching the top, chandeliers is broken
No joking, tryna maintain my brains why I'm smoking
Quick to flip shit, click and go rogue
I'm a bipolar, high roller
Carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders
Been through shit you wouldn't believe if I told ya
Southside soldier, I'm showing it's clear that it's my focus
Of killing whatever the fuck you say
Is competition that's getting shit handed to em
While I be scrubbing them dishes
And grinding for every inch as I'm climbing out of the trenches
Still at war with these demons, feel like I'm living in prison
My reality, shit is vicious
Didn't get blessed with a simple addition
I had to adjust the conditions
It wasn't my mission, but fuck it, I hustled to get it
Now Eastside Decatur, the birth of this snob
All of our houses got shot, burned or robbed
Wound up on Newgate, it wasn't a prob'
Then bop, bop, bop, bop someone shot on the block
Just to make it out was a blessing, my friends died
Every time I think about it's depression
But don't nobody understand my aggression
That's why I'm stressing that you motherfuckers need to quit guessing
And try livin' like