This is a song about "Let me be me"

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

People be goin' like "let me through man excuse you"

Please let me be, yo i'm white but still i'll wreck a beat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

But i'll be a damned if i let a man try me for his lunch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

But let me tell you im not gonna be yo hoe ass bate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I wish it would just leave my life and let me be,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Me that i need and breath, if i let you go i'd be on my knees not knowing

What is right in my life. if i'm happy let me be.

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Let my temper get me

I delete they history