Just Like Me

Turn me up some

You ever had a dream, then you turned it into reality?

(Gangsta)

Yeah, I know

If so, then you just like me

(Gangsta Grizzillz) Drama

Bandana on, so I feel like a bandit

'64 leanin' while a nigga in transit

Any misunderstandin', you get stripped where you standin'

You can throw it in the sky, but, nigga, watch where you land it

This ain't no Death Row, but still, you get stranded

Niggas out here lost in the city of scammers

Smile for the coroner, these pictures is candid

Somethin' wrong with his head, he like Aaron Hernandez

So fuck all this patriotic shit niggas talkin' 'bout

We walk 'em out and chalk 'em out after the heart come out

I'm a killer and my mama know this

Olde English to the head and I ain't wastin' a sip

If you got drank in your cup and your chronic rolled tight

And your bitch fine shit and your neck full of ice (tell 'em)

And your car cost a hundred and your windows tinted

And you don't give a fuck, so you still smoke in it

And your name on the title, but you drive it like it's rented

All this money in the safe, nigga, might as well spend it

And you got it out the mud and you made it out the trenches

And you beat a life sentence

Then you just like me (Gangsta Grizzillz)

You just like me

Welcome to Killa-for-N-I-A

Where niggas fuck around and be MIA

Switch the rules to the game, nigga, when I play

My lil' homies move anybody when I say

They can move a U-Haul like crew bars for Converse and new drawers

We bond first and shoot off, we break more than a few laws

Stomp a nigga 'til he purple like we Q-Dogs

When we was real active, only pass was for Snoop Dogg

My mama hated I was a Blood, see?

It took a platinum album for her to love me

And she never came to see me after I got shot

She said, "You too hardhead, and you chose the wrong block" (dang)

If you got drank in your cup and your chronic rolled tight

And your bitch fine shit and your neck full of ice

And your car cost a hundred and your windows tinted

And you don't give a fuck, so you still smoke in it

And your name on the title, but you drive it like it's rented

All this money in the safe, nigga, might as well spend it

And you got it out the mud, and you made it out the trenches

And you beat a life sentence

Then you just like me (Gangsta)

You just like me