- Jay Rock Just Like Me 歌詞
- Jay Rock
- How cool is gang banging?
Its love when you and your homies hanging huh?
Your uncles had did it so its a chain reaction
Relate to your homies because them two are bastards
Feel that your hood colour look good in
JordansStriking your name on the wall to feel important
Banging on niggaz hoping they push a line
Say the wrong street corner its go time
But ignorance is bliss because them fists are soon gon turn into a bullet
If the index finger pull it cameras coming for the footage
Channel 9,
Channel 11,
Aiming Nines,
Mack 11Another baby for the reverend
Another casket takin action
In a matter of a second nothing matters when you reppin for your turf
Hold it down, have heart -
Put in work
Thats the moral of the story when youre worried and youre wicked
And your mental never get it
Its a sickness when you kill your own kind[Chorus:]
Different names different sides
But I could see it in your eyes
That youre (just like me) and
Im (just like you)
Your (just like me) n
Im (Im just like you)
Its up to you to decide
How your gonna change your life
Your (just like me) n
Im (just like you)
Your (just like me) n
Im (just like you)
How cool is selling drugs?
Its love when you and yours is making bucks huh?
Your uncles was hustlin so its a chain reaction
Risking somebodys house just to get it cracking
Now everybody see you as a
D -BoyYou shinning bright now
It was hard to be a decoy
Serving them junkies to get some quick cash
To give to your mama because she doing bad
Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something
If you dont look out for nothin
Knock, knock, knock the feds are coming
You aint even really thinking
Cause your mind is on the money
Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody.
But your blinded because you shinning fiend want another hit
So you serve him 30 minutes
He O.D. off the shit
Thats the moral of the story when youre greedy and youre wicked
But your mind will never get it
Its a sickness when you kill your own kind[Chorus]
You ever throw your life away?
On this gang banging shit went off your brothers face
Or perhaps living in the fast lane
Selling drugs poisoning peoples brains
Its just a thought but dont stress it man
Just know somebodys mama out there sufferin
Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet
Feel victim from all this gang shooting
Mmm mmmMan these niggaz out here walling
All the hooping and the hallan
Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college
Where is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents
Yet your mom never promised my nigga
Im being honest
Better wake up fast
Last of a dying breed
All I do is press facts, jack
Look, the moral of the story
Souring hearts will never feel it
Plus their minded is really twisted
Its a sickness whenyou kill your own kind[Chorus]
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