PEOPLE LIKE ME

People like me end up in a psych ward or a rehab

End up in a jail cell or a body bag

I'm the best of the worst, I won't go out like that

My life is crazy but I try my best to make it last

I'm tryna give my mom a milli not a head stone

Noone's running far with a bullet in their leg bone

The people out here crazy, yeah they're psycho

You ain't gonna make it when it comes down to survival

I grew claws when I first got scratched

I grew fangs when she bit my neck

And I still haven't met my match