No Weapon - Malik Elijah, Malik Elijah & xander, Xander

Why I gotta be myself

Why can’t I be somebody else

I feel like the bottom of the shelf

Actually, it’s somebody else

it’s time to say

it’s time to struggle

it’s time, I’m putting my own self up on the muzzle

puzzle, a lot of pieces look the same

Let me check a different frame;

wait they still look the same

Really, nothing really changed, and loop-de-loop

This won’t get me in the coup

I don’t have no fairy dust that’ll make all these problems go poof

I’ve gotta make a move

I can’t be the one up on the stoop, I’m sensing up with every step

I should really hang loose

While the kids playing, I’m over here kicking rocks

They’ve got the new Jordan’s, I’ve got a hole in my sock

I see the fresh fits, all I got is hand-me-downs

The polo was actually in the trash now

The trash that they, they never mattered

Now when somebody talk shit, my nigga, I am flattered

Every time you say my name, nigga, that is free promotion

So keep on with your talking, Ima keep coasting

Why I gotta be myself

Why can’t I be somebody else

I feel like the bottom of the shelf

Actually, it’s somebody else

Tell us how to sweat

Tell us how to error

when I look into the mirror

My parents told me if they gave us I’d never dance with them

But I wanna be like Snoop and add some juice into my

And to me that is a metaphor to drowning out my sins

But it’s time to get the glass, come on, let’s do it again

I already lost it, I don’t got nothing to lose

Mama know I ain’t repping God and I know she don’t approve

But I write what’s in my heart and what’s in my heart, I cannot refuse

Still substance, even though they might not be appraised

God, I hallelu, am I willing to be in true

Sometimes my opinion may be «Fuck them, but fuck you»

Is it a sin to express these feelings I deeply have

Some to make you cry, some to make you laugh

If this record was a mistake, then Lord, forgive me

And to the people judging me, I’m simply living

Why I gotta be myself

Why can’t I be somebody else

I feel like the bottom of the shelf

Actually, it’s somebody else