Like Me ft. JustVelle Lyrics

It's Velly and we back at it again look, I be countin' my blessings like these

Rappers count bands Walkin' in the store, that's 500 in my hand

Blue faces on me now, I'm the president The devil on my left, but God in my right

Hand That's how you all by faith and not by sight

But I be fightin' demons in my sleep Always awake, I never snooze

That's why I can never lose, see, me? I be fightin' battles up a steep hill

Always got a girl with me, we like Jack and Jill

I be doin' it for the thrill, no Jackson I rock your world and make you scream like

Janet

Yeah, made this beat up like a movie Misbehave in school, now my teachers wanna move

Me Shout out to my sister, we like Max and that

Ruby Don't need the past, cause this here's the

New me

Aye, I'm only black, young, and handsome

I might be goin' ghost like that boy Danny Phantom

Devil gets to me, now he's throwin' a tantrum

Got me bad in my element, storybooks we not

Tellin' it What you gon' do with my chemistry with God on my side he not sellin' me

The devil is me and my enemy, EVIT we cook up a recipe Got Velle T and Bryce now, cookin' up that melody

Dill, Bryce and Velle, they goin' stupid on this beat

She coulda shot me in my heart, thought it was cupid on this beat

And so this music ain't for me, and now she losin' it from me

I saw the devil last night, I swear she look just like me,

Ha, okay, ha ha ha, alright, yeah, okay, okay, ha

My rhymes the thing I'm throwin flippin' 30 on it always,

send that boy straight to God

He thought that he was chosen, it's balenci on my fit

I got money on my fit, we saw the devil last night

I swear I looked like him, I'm not a killer nor a lover

Don't take my intellect, we try to kill him all with lies

Swear it, turn it to the test, I'm not here for no respect

I ain't come for no project, the devil told me I was right

Y'all know you with some rejects, I ain't no shooter, I'll admit

But you gon' bite that bullet, but you cant believe yourself

Or you might be new to this, they don't call you a artist

They call you a literate, if it's up, then it said

Put a 40 on that boy's head, I saw the devil last night

I swear he looked just like me