Songtexte Not Like Me - Roje

Who needs a love like that?
No-one you know
And that's a fact
Yeah, that's a fact

This be the last one I'll make for your little twink ass
Yeah!
(ROJE!)

I be gettin' my checks
You in the back, tryna beg for respect
You ain't no threat, you just tight on the net
Tough in your disses, but real life, you sweat
Ooh, you a joke, we been knew that
Meth, you like Snpr when he said, "I ain't do that"
Jack don't claim you, your squad do not back you
How you got homies but no one attacks too?
They said your beat goin' crazy, no cap
But you ain't the reason they spinnin' it back
All that production just carryin' trash
Meth, shut the fuck up, just stay off the map
Breathin' too much? Well at least I'm alive
You sound like you chokin' while readin' your lines
Sayin' you kill me, but I still survive
Only ones want me to die turned to crimes

We ain't like Meth, nah, nah, nah, nah
He ain't got reps, nah, nah, nah, nah
Talkin' that shit, but he not on that
How you got "Meth" in your name but lack gas?
Ooh, nah, nah, nah, nah
We ain't like Meth, nah, nah, nah, nah
Boy got no soul, ain't no bounce in his step
Tryna make hits, but he hittin' the left

You talk about women, but you ain't got game
You talk about fights, but you ain't got aim
You talk about numbers, but you ain't got plays
Talk about legends, but don't say your name (Damn!)
Boy, I was in Alabama last week
Kissin' on S-, just keepin' it sweet
Even he harder than you on the beat
Even your mama don't claim you as heat
Damn, I be at Rat's wedding before you
You gon' be mad at the guest list, ignore you
I'll be in VIP laughin' like, "Who?"
"Oh, that boy Meth? Man, that kid been through!" (Sheesh!)
You talkin' Drake, but you not like him
You wanna be me, but you not like him
You wanna rap, but it's not like hits
We all sayin' "skip," when it drop like this

We ain't like Meth, nah, nah, nah, nah
He ain't got reps, nah, nah, nah, nah
Talkin' that shit, but he not on that
How you got "Meth" in your name but lack gas?
Ooh, nah, nah, nah, nah
We ain't like Meth, nah, nah, nah, nah
Boy got no soul, ain't no bounce in his step
Tryna make hits, but he hittin' the left

See you soon!
To The Twilight Zone!
Yeah!