Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing Like Me, artist - Uncle Murda. Date of issue: 30.12.2020
Song language: English
Nothing Like Me |
| Me and my niggas was used to not having much |
| Go and get used to that (So?) |
| Whoever tried to stop us from eating, I swear we shooting that |
| We don’t eat, nobody eat, we making it high |
| Was beefing with dudes that was old enough to be our pops |
| We was young like Bobby Shmurda, and they was old age (Damn) |
| Had 'em saying, «These lil niggas ain’t playing no games» |
| Okay, let’s cross that line, I’m with it |
| Smack your nigga lil sister, go tell your brother I did it (Haha) |
| Been in a hundred shootouts, homie I made it |
| First time I shoot a nigga, felt like I graduated |
| Crew was so proud of me, all night we celebrated |
| I was at high school, that’s when Craig Mack was overrated (Haha) |
| Couldn’t finish school, too much beef, never graduated (So?) |
| Shooting out my window at niggas, grandma was aggravated (Sorry) |
| Anything I spit real, ain’t nothing fabricated (Facts) |
| Spitting in the Feds' face, know I’m being investigated (Woah) |
| You ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me nigga (Nothing) |
| You ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me nigga (Nothing) |
| You ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me nigga (You ain’t nothing) |
| You ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me nigga |
| Yeah, Machine bitch, I keep the TEC close |
| Drop more steroids, they waiting on their next dose (Ha) |
| Twenty chains on, feel like my neck broke |
| Hate rappers, real street niggas who I respect most (Salute) |
| Shorty got the .40 in his Moncler (Uh-huh) |
| Sixteen whipping deuces while his mom’s there (We wild) |
| Newspaper on the windows, ain’t no blinds there |
| Smoke a blunt of the sour to get my mind clear (Wooh) |
| Can’t name one nigga that I fear (Yeah) |
| I got hit, it ain’t one nigga that I spared (Hahaha) |
| It’s my year, one of the illest niggas heard in nine years (Uh-huh) |
| Christopher Wallace mixed with Nassir (Bump to it) |
| Yeah, I’m top tier, shit is not fair |
| Out on Melrose, this Lamborghini that I steer (Vroom) |
| My niggas move the ye' for the low |
| We whacking everything, I told Murda just say it’s a go (Brrrr) |
| Machine bitch |
| You ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me nigga (Nothing) |
| You ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me nigga (Nothing) |
| You ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me nigga (You ain’t nothing) |
| You ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me nigga |