"PEOPLE LIKE ME" lyrics

[King Combs:]
You need people like me
So you can point your middle finger and say there go the Bad Boys
Where all the brothers and sisters get together, said
Where all the brothers and sisters get together, somebody
I'm tellin' you people, for your information
I'm tellin' you people, for your information

[Ye:]
Them boys poppin' mad noise, gon' get what they asked for
You know I paid cash for it, that dough runnin' fast forward
They stealin' the swag, boy, you coulda just asked for it
One smoke we could match, boy, I'm turnt to the max, boy
Told you what the facts was, they gave me the axe for it
Knew I would bounce back, Lord, 'cause you got my back, Lord
They tryna attack, Lord, turned me into a pack, Lord
That dough runnin' fast forward and I don't have to rap for it

Yeah, he a bad boy
And when I got baptized, I said a prayer, it went "Lord, please don't let me be like these rap guys"
You need people like me
So you can point your middle finger and say there go the bad guy

[King Combs:]
Say bye to the bad guy, the life of a Bad Boy
This mansion got ten rooms, there's none on my passport
Guess that's what you mad for, the platinum spoon there for
My father's a hustler, it's not my fault that your dad's poor
Can't take your bitch nowhere, nobody, her ass small
I post my girl once and now she all on the tabloids
Two-hunnid on my wrist, it's matchin' the dashboard
Free Puff 'til he back, boy, yeah, 'til he back, boy
Some people got bad blood because of my black blood
When they needed our help, they didn't have to ask for it
They didn't have to ask for it, now I gotta tax for it
Pints up in my stones, these rocks made out of asteroids, I'm my dad's boy

All that I ask, Lord
I said a prayer, when don't turn your back on my family like these rap boys
You need people like me
So you can point your middle finger and say there go the Bad Boys

Bad Boy