| Uh, yeah, Blocc Boy on the beat
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| It’s Ca$his, spend some real shit
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| It’s for my, it’s for my seeds, nigga
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| It’s still Shady though, hah
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| Sit back right, all night spot post
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| Do the same thang, killin off black folks
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| Selling on the side, string save a mean mo'
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| To anything I own, rocks, crack, E and smoke
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| Got the picture of the seven little reasons
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| that keep, any nigga disrespectin me breathin
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| Still I be high, every time I see them
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| My babies, my angels, and they are my freedom
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| I know I’m on the grind, lately I ain’t comin home
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| They keep you in my life, I never leave your mom alone
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| You know I’m whylin out, strayin strapped, ride or dyin
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| You hear the stories 'bout your daddy floatin 'round town?
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| But you call me up like, «Daddy I been findin out
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| that you caught Rico slippin, beat him up and stomped him out»
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| So when you go to school, you wanna do it too?
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| You just like me, how can I be mad at you?
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| You ain’t had to live like I did
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| And still you are just like me (you are just like me)
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| Hell I even did a bid and came back to see
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| You are just like me (you are just like me)
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| The only reason I ain’t kill myself
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| Is for fear you’ll be just like be (you'll be just like me)
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| You got the demons that’s within myself
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| Now I see, you are just like me (you are just like me)
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| Standin on the block, tryin to make my money clock
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| Servin situations, my nuts about a cock
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| I wanna stop but, y’all gotta have a lot
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| Even if it means sacrificin the life of your pops
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| I’m the breadwinner, I don’t fear nann nigga
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| I don’t trust nobody, I’m a man — liquor
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| runnin through my veins, you runnin through my brain
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| I start to see your heart, we feel each other’s pain
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| I talk to all of y’all when I say I love you mayne
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| One day we’ll ball and I’ll never have to leave again
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| Until that day comes, shorty be a G
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| I ride with y’all everywhere cause y’all are part of me
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| Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches
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| Promise to give you riches, all of my lil' niggaz
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| Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches
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| Promise to give you riches, all of my lil' niggaz (lil' niggaz)
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| Look how they talkin shit, twice a year I drop a ki' (so what)
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| I bet nobody ever love 'em like they daddy did
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| I teach 'em young, don’t be rollin on no scary shit
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| Long as you love each other, you’ll be very rich
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| Everybody question how I be affordin this
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| I make my money off of dicks and spend it on my kids
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| I’m sendin messages in bottles of imagination
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| so they can feel my presence, though they at home just waitin
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| My soldiers still in trainin, throwin up forks like they bangin
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| Know how to bogart, and never trust a stranger
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| They the ones I look to whenever I’m in danger
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| We walkin holdin hands, interlockin trigger fingers
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| This is my record to my kids, I’m a banger
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| and a father so my conversation must remain gangsta
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| This is my record to my kids, I’m a banger
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| and a father so my conversation must remain gangsta
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| Yeah, it don’t get much realer than that
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| Shady, Ca$his, uhh
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| Nigga, be a man, take care of yours
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| That don’t make you no less gangsta
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| My nigga not take care of his
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| I take care of mine homie
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| I’ma give a individual shoutout to 'em
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| Miana, Jasmine, Ramani, Rashanti
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| Lil' Mone, and Rah Monique, Tavian
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| They are just like me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Like Me , by - Cashis. Song from the album The County Hound - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп