You Can't Be Me

[Verse 1]
You want my shoes
Can't walk my scars
You chase my views
I aim for stars
You post that flex
I lived that war
You copy slang
I kicked that door
You study my steps
Still miss that turn
You quote my words
But you ain't earn
You trace my mask
Can't take my pain
You press repeat
I break the frame
[Chorus]
You can't be me
You ain't built like that (like that)
All of that talk
But your soul off track
You want my throne
But you fold, you crack (you crack)
You want my name
You can't wear my past
You can't be me
Say it with your chest (hey!)
I don't do luck
I bled for this flex
You want my crown
But you dodge my stress
You want my life
You can't pass my test
[Verse 2]
You want my win
Skip every loss
You want the gold
Duck every cost
You want my grind
Sleep 'til noon
You want my shine
Hide from gloom
You screenshot proofs
I lived receipts
You chase my lane
I paved these streets
You want my seat
Can't take this heat
You want my mind
Can't face my weak
[Chorus]
You can't be me
You ain't built like that (like that)
All of that talk
But your soul off track
You want my throne
But you fold, you crack (woah)
You want my name
You can't wear my past
You can't be me
Say it with your chest (yeah)
I don't do luck
I bled for this flex
You want my crown
But you dodge my stress
You want my life
You can't pass my test

rap, Aggressive trap beat with snarling 808s and sharp hi-hats, male vocals. Verse starts tight and clipped, building fury with doubled vocals on the last words of each bar. Hook explodes with gang-style chants, distorted ad-libs, and a wider stereo field. Occasional riser sweeps and bass drops to underline punchlines, leaving space after key lines for crowd response.