Look Like Me (Alternative Press Diss) lyrics

When I open AP Magazine
I don't get the comfort of seeing someone who looks like me
Who looks like me
Who looks like me

I keep another consciousness
Where I hide all of my secrets
Like, "Are my hands in my pockets?"
When I walk in the store

And that’s just one example, I got a few more
(And that’s just one example, I got a few more)
Like when you lock your car doors
I can’t take it anymore, it eats me to the core
It eats me to the core, it eats me to the f*cking core

And thank you, Mani, for letting me sing this song

I think it’s funny, I feel this every day
You smile in my face, then drop that hard R
Then type a paragraph about how it’s my fault
It's not my f*cking fault that you hate me

Keeping up with the race race
There’s always a n*gga that they wanna chase
For your body, your life, your hair, your style
f*ck it
I'm the black kid you said talks white
I'm the black kid who minimizes just for you
You will never understand what it's like
In every gas station, in everyone's eyes