Emma

Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So, for one last time, nigga, make some noise

But when you young what the fuck you expect?

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you.
Knew if I paid my dues how will they pay you?
When you first come in the game they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits—look how they wave to you

I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes

Become so tired, so much more aware
I’m becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me, and be less like you