I tried to do it your way
Tried to play by the rules you play
But that ain’t me
I could be just like you
But that ain’t me
Now every verse I write
Every bar I spit it’s all in spite
Towards you
I could be just like you
But that ain’t me

Must be the wickedtry within me that be getting me
My enemy, the enemy that’s ended me and smitten me
I don’t want to be the puppet, so fuck it
And when I say fuck it, I mean the industry
Now I just had an epiphany, the skills and talent God’s given me
Is about to bubble over and blow the rap game infantry
Feet first I hop in the game and scream out my name
It’s LTB
Killing them, drilling them, filling them all with my evil seed
So I just sit on my throne as the biggest no one no one’s ever known
I walk alone so do what I’ve said and gimmie my microphone
With my mouth open wide, hands to the sky at God, I ask him
“Does it have to be like this? Fame and happiness, I got to have them”
But all my life I’ve been told
every fucking thing I touch turns gold
But can’t you see how that can get old
Whenever you want it all to be platinum

I tried to do it your way
Tried to play by the rules you play
But that ain’t me
I could be just like you
But that ain’t me
Now every verse I write
Every bar I spit it’s all in spite
Towards you
I could be just like you
But that ain’t me

(Big Shot)
You know I could come out, walking and talking and acting like those other rappers
But I’d rather just do what I do best; bring freshness to patterns
of music. And yes, in a matter of speaking you dudes just badly abuse it
So we can’t allow you to keep it. What in the hell is you doing?
I simply just don’t care how many of those folks stare
Since talent is so rare, if feels like your homie’s coming out of nowhere
Weak ones are bound to show fear, deep down they’re spineless, mindless
Running right behind the crowd is where you’ll find them, their kind is
Obsolete. Couldn’t rock a beat to save their lives
Homie, talk is cheap so don’t try to speak if your style is weak just say goodnight
If you even attempt to pick up the mike, you’re getting put to sleep if your ish ain’t tight
So remember whenever you write to be better than everybody in sight
I’m getting the feeling like every minute I’m in it to win it giving everything that I got
Heart’s beating quick and my stomach’s in knots
Start feeling sick when I’m hearing these songs
Like every day, all the day long, I’ll sound the same if that’s what they want
Well homie, that ain’t me you must be crazy
Ima do me while you act like you're dumb

I tried to do it your way
Tried to play by the rules you play
But that ain’t me
I could be just like you
But that ain’t me
Now every verse I write
Every bar I spit it’s all in spite
Towards you
I could be just like you
But that ain’t me