Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothin Like Me, artist - Hardo. Date of issue: 30.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nothin Like Me |
| The life that I live real |
| And only real niggas can relate |
| But when I look in that mirror nigga all I see is me |
| The situation I been through is just me |
| When I’m in that jail cell nigga, I’m in there just me |
| You ain’t go to jail and your man lose his life |
| On your birthday, you ain’t have to pay that price |
| You wasn’t in the Lac just sitting at the light |
| Nigga pull up on you and you get hit twice |
| How the fuck these niggas gone compare themselves to me |
| You ain’t drop a jam, hundred grand in a week |
| You ain’t never leave a nigga dead in these streets |
| Pops ain’t hear you caught a body, now your mom can’t sleep |
| You ain’t start shooting and you hit your man first |
| Dead in the chest, bitch I been through the worst |
| You ain’t have kids and you missed both births |
| Cause you stuck in jail, you don’t know the way it hurts |
| You ain’t like me, you ain’t like me at all |
| You ain’t never seen half the shit that I done saw |
| You ain’t have a son and you never seen him crawl |
| First time you got to meet him he already standing tall |
| These niggas ain’t nothing like me, woah |
| They never done seen what I seen, nooooo |
| Or been through nothing, nothing, nooooo |
| That I been through, been through |
| You ain’t on the phone talking deals up with Tip |
| On the other line got a juug for a brick |
| You ain’t got a mom that’s tired of your shit |
| You ain’t find out that your old head was a snitch |
| How the fuck these niggas gone compare themselves to me |
| You ain’t lose Tay, nigga you ain’t lose Reef |
| You ain’t lose Bug, Trisha, Little Mel Z |
| You wasn’t in the 7 at the age of 18 |
| You ain’t beefing with the old heads down the way |
| Cause they hate to see a young nigga getting paid |
| You ain’t never catch a nigga sleeping where he lay |
| Your best friend ain’t ever lose his mom Christmas day |
| You ain’t like me, you ain’t like me at all |
| You ain’t never seen half the shit that I done saw |
| You ain’t getting cream and you scared to make a call |
| Cause you think your phone tapped like the feds is involved |
| You ain’t have god turn around, lose faith |
| You ain’t have a deal turn around, catch a case |
| You ain’t got a nigga who ain’t got a max date |
| Cause he got life, gonna die behind the gates |
| You ain’t been in jail, you ain’t never had a lawyer |
| You ain’t make the news, they ain’t put you in the courier |
| You ain’t on parole, got to keep your shit in order |
| You ain’t ever lived the fucking life of a warrior |
| You ain’t load a clip to that slim and BG |
| Spinning nigga bin clean up man on repeat |
| You ain’t tried to quit but you in it too deep |
| Trap or die nigga, you ain’t really in these streets |