"Be Like Me" lyrics

(Elijah)
This a quarter-million
This a quarter-million
(His name's Pablo)

This a quarter-million-dollar car, you can't see the key
Everybody tryna cop a Lamb' truck and be like me
When I was young, always said I'd be like Meech
You might get a presidential or Birkin bag, you sleep with me
Fifty thousand all hundreds, we at Repeat
I took a Xanax and drunk a four, I was sleep-sleep
Why stains on my drawers, this bitch raped me?
Bossed my other bitch up, now my other bitch hate me
I ain't Wham and 'nem, but fucked with, you know we can't be

I'll never chill around a nigga who gon' fake sleep
Bitch, I just did four years in the feds, you can't break me
Don't give a fuck what that lil' nigga said, you didn't make me
I done—
Drunk pop every day for a week, now I can't pee
I wanna die from takin' pills like my auntie
Basically what I'm sayin' is, I can't let a fuck-nigga spank me
Kick the door wide open, y'all should thank me
I could've closed it
We had the nigga in the studio with us, we could've roped him
Why this bitch poured my Activist out? I should've choked her
Oh, you— oh, oh, okay
Oh, you from the regencies? I should've knowed it
He repeated what I said, I shouldn't've told him
Brodie had an eight a Wock', I should've stole it
Fifty for the Presi', could've sold it
Tryna cook a bricky in the trap house, it boilin' over
He pulled a gun out, tried to rob me, then died, story over
Me and my bitch kinda weird, we ignore each other
Right now I'm with my nigga Caymo, but not Corey brother
I'm probably finna go to Halo and get my shorty somethin'
Six-point-one each ear cost two hundred-somethin'
"Where the fuck Mike at?", humpin' somethin'
I'm in the studio fresh as fuck with a bunch of money
I got a lil' gun on me, you not gonna jump me
I have a lot of dog shit put up, you don't have to front me
She finally let me hit the pussy, now I'm actin' funny
Well, bitch, I am not your baby-daddy, I don't ask for money
Took a deuce of Act' to the church, brought the pastor somethin'
You don't gotta steal from the Yung OG, you can ask me for it

Quarter-million-dollar car, you can't see the key
Everybody tryna cop a Lamb' truck and be like me
When I was young, always said I'd be like Meech
You might get a presidential or Birkin bag, you sleep with me
Fifty thousand all hundreds, we at Repeat
I took a Xanax and drunk a four, I was sleep-sleep
Why stains on my drawers, this bitch raped me?
I ain't Wham and 'nem, but fucked with, you know we can't be