Be Like Me

Kelda Music, "Be Like Me," on KMZK Radio

You wanna be like me? You can't be like me

You can have a face and a physique like me

You can look fresh and ball in VIP

But you won't be a dope MC like me

Let me tell you 'bout this lady, I'm a

Childhood product of the 1980s, comma

1990S, crazy drama

I ain't your partna, your bitch, or your baby mama

I'm the lil' MC that you love to hate

That you overlook, that you underrate

That you disrespect, but now you twist your necks

To see how I look and hear me spit correct

I don't do booty flows, I do my duty, hoes

Plus, I hold my own as far as beauty goes

A nice-lookin' dime, but a groupie? No

I write hooks and rhymes in the studio

Put time on the radio to shoot more videos

So everyone from Cali to New York City knows

Kelda Music, say the name a thousand times

The girl found the rhyme, and she's bound to shine

You wanna be like me? You can't be like me

You can have a face and a physique like me

You can look fresh and ball in VIP

But you won't be a dope MC like me

My style's often imitated, but never duplicated

Most women hate it and make stupid faces

They're intimidated, but who wouldn't be?

The girl knows how to rhyme, so why shouldn't she?

I got opinions from heads of the industry

And it's the same as a head in the streets

They all know what I'm about, I got the clout

Competition won't stop this mission, I knock 'em out

Pop a mouthpiece on the mic and rock the house

Raise the roof, set it on fire, and drop it down

Now I'm who you're checkin' for at the record store

You're lookin' all in the back and on the second floor

My flow's got you in your ride shakin' your head

And on the dance floor almost breakin' your legs

I'm groovin' in the mornin', cookin' bacon and eggs

I'm the one the fans want, and I'm makin' 'em beg

You wanna be like me? You can't be like me

You can have a face and a physique like me

You can look fresh and ball in VIP

But you won't be a dope MC like me

You wanna be like me? You can't be like me

You can have a face and a physique like me

You can look fresh and ball in VIP

But you won't be a dope MC like me

I can tell you wanna be like me, it's obvious

Is it the fashion, the rappin', or the modelin'?

Maybe it's the crib or the car, wow

Even strangers are mad, yeah, I'm a star now

But wait, think twice, don't hate her yet

'Til you see the pink ice and gray baguettes

'Til you see me ballin', poppin' tags

At the mall with shoppin' bags, you'll be hoppin' mad

Had to win, not to brag, just ain't forgot the past

Treated me like rotten trash before I got the cash

It sucks for you 'cause you're in my age range

But it's not my fault we're not on the same page

I'm sure you're insecure 'cause you always -gasp- when I pass

Lookin' like, "Ooh, I wanna kick her ass"

Girl, your closet's full, there's too much fear in it

Don't hate me, blame your mirror image

And stop tryna

Be like me? You can't be like me

You can have a face and a physique like me

You can look fresh and ball in VIP

But you won't be a dope MC like me

You wanna be like me? You can't be like me

You can have a face and a physique like me

You can look fresh and ball in VIP

But you won't be a dope MC like me

You wanna be like me? You can't be like me

You can have a face and a physique like me

You can look fresh and ball in VIP

But you won't be a dope MC like me

You wanna be like me? You can't be like me

You can have a face and a physique like me

You can look fresh and ball in VIP

But you won't be a dope MC like me