Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like Me , by - Lil Scrappy. Release date: 04.12.2006
Song language: English
Like Me |
| Eyyy… like me Come on |
| G’s up, get yo cheese up |
| Y’all niggaz wanna be like me Ya know what it is man |
| It’s ya boy, lil scrap |
| Don’t nobody really know my struggle |
| But they wanna be, where I’m at Well go through the pain, nigga |
| Cuz only the Good Lord know |
| Yup… |
| I think they wanna ride like me, (like me) |
| Have a bitch on the passenger-side like me, (like me) |
| Yeah I think they wanna shine like me, (like me) |
| On t.v. |
| with the fame like me, (like me) |
| Yeah they wanna wear a chain like me, (like me) |
| I think they Wanna be trained like me, (like me) |
| Yeah they wanna have the game like me, (like me) |
| But don’t wanna go through pain like me, (like me) |
| Come on mayn |
| Come on Let me explain something to y’all man |
| I know you see me shining |
| With the yellow diamond |
| Don’t think ya boy ain’t been grinding |
| I was with my momma |
| And there was alotta drama |
| We sold crack from the winter all through the summer |
| Yeah we went through pain |
| We was stacking change |
| Paying the cost to live in the streets mayn |
| Sold cocain just a little powder |
| Sellin weed tryna make a couple of extra dollars |
| The shit i been through a nigga should’ve been a scholar |
| All night tryna sleep hearing pistols hollar, (damn) |
| Now when «?"died |
| You know a nigga cried |
| Not having him around |
| You know it hurt inside |
| Gotta have shelter over my lil sister |
| Momma wondering around cuz she a drugdealer |
| I gotta give it to her cuz she a real nigga |
| I kill any mofocker doing something to her |
| Yup… |
| They wanna be on stage, (right) |
| They wanna get paid, (oooh) |
| But they don’t know the hurt, (hurt) |
| And they can’t feel my pain, (oooh) |
| On stage gettin hit with a bottle |
| Knocked out and I need to know if I’mma rap tommorow, (A!) |
| In the hospital straight bruized up Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up, (damn) |
| It’s kind of fucked up, (?) |
| cuz I waz showin love, (love) |
| I was givin’hugs, (hugs) |
| Chillin’with the thugs, (oooh) |
| Al I’m tryna do is show love to everybody |
| God let me alive so I can (tell about it/ televise it), (amen) |
| See I don’t scream and shout it, but I go to church |
| What ya know about puttin in that «?"(brown work) |
| They throwin’up signs and they dyin’for it, (I'm crip and a blood) |
| Niggaz taking lives goin’to jail payin’for it Ain’t nothing left after death but heaven itself |
| And if ya go to jail your seed will have no help |