Look Like Me (Alternative Press Diss) - Kaonashi

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 fucking 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 fucking fault that you hate me

Keeping up with the race race

There’s always a nigga that they wanna chase

For your body, your life, your hair, your style

Fuck it