Lyrics No Weapon - Malik Elijah, Malik Elijah & xander, Xander

No Weapon

Why I gotta be myself
Why can’t I be somebody else
I feel like the bottom of the shelf
Actually, it’s somebody else
it’s time to say
it’s time to struggle
it’s time, I’m putting my own self up on the muzzle
puzzle, a lot of pieces look the same
Let me check a different frame;
wait they still look the same
Really, nothing really changed, and loop-de-loop
This won’t get me in the coup
I don’t have no fairy dust that’ll make all these problems go poof
I’ve gotta make a move
I can’t be the one up on the stoop, I’m sensing up with every step
I should really hang loose
While the kids playing, I’m over here kicking rocks
They’ve got the new Jordan’s, I’ve got a hole in my sock
I see the fresh fits, all I got is hand-me-downs
The polo was actually in the trash now
The trash that they, they never mattered
Now when somebody talk shit, my nigga, I am flattered
Every time you say my name, nigga, that is free promotion
So keep on with your talking, Ima keep coasting
Why I gotta be myself
Why can’t I be somebody else
I feel like the bottom of the shelf
Actually, it’s somebody else
Tell us how to sweat
Tell us how to error
when I look into the mirror
My parents told me if they gave us I’d never dance with them
But I wanna be like Snoop and add some juice into my
And to me that is a metaphor to drowning out my sins
But it’s time to get the glass, come on, let’s do it again
I already lost it, I don’t got nothing to lose
Mama know I ain’t repping God and I know she don’t approve
But I write what’s in my heart and what’s in my heart, I cannot refuse
Still substance, even though they might not be appraised
God, I hallelu, am I willing to be in true
Sometimes my opinion may be «Fuck them, but fuck you»
Is it a sin to express these feelings I deeply have
Some to make you cry, some to make you laugh
If this record was a mistake, then Lord, forgive me
And to the people judging me, I’m simply living
Why I gotta be myself
Why can’t I be somebody else
I feel like the bottom of the shelf
Actually, it’s somebody else