"Like Me" lyrics
"Like Me"
Yup, ay this ya boy Yo Gotti, mane
And I wanna dedicate this one here
To every nigga who was down with a nigga
But they ain't down with a nigga no mo', know what I mean?
For whatever reason
Whether we pushed the nigga off the ship
Or the nigga just jumped off the ship
Fuck ya
And also to all you pretend-o ass gangstas
You know niggas in the rap game Talkin' all that big shit and they ain't built like that
Yup, I'm the truth nigga, let's go
I was bustin' heads befo' I was heard of
Nigga never faced a fifteen, attempted murder
Nigga paid them lawyers, nigga beat them charges
Yeah we stuck together like Batman and Robin
Nigga money fell off, nigga started robbin'
I took five bricks from a nigga, he ain't want no problems
You a new Gotti fan, you only know the new shit
Better do yo research check a nigga blueprint
Paid my mama house rent, fifteen years old
And had a twenty-inch fat boy, triple gold
I had five hunnid hunnids in a pillow case
Twenty five hunnid twenty stashed in a safe place
And a whole 'nother thirty from the route
That means it was funnied out, old Chevy sunnied out
Nigga what you talkin' bout?
Yo Gotti
You need to know you speakin' on a nigga that's 'bout it
You ain't got no work in the hood, you not like Gotti
You ain't click-click bang-bang, you shot nobody
You ain't broke a whole bird down to five point fives
Sold niggas no quarters for the one seven five
You ain't got no work in the hood, you not like Gotti
You ain't click-click bang-bang, you shot nobody
You ain't broke a whole bird down to five point fives
Sold niggas yo quarters for the one seven five
I can see ya playin' hands up, bein' a man
Ever since we first signed I put the check in his hand
And he asked me 'bout a bitch that I flipped with quick
I knew then that my dawg thought I was a threat
But I love that nigga I raised the mold
But an impatient niggas like a worrisome bro
"Gotti, what we gon' do?"
"Gotti, when we gon' buck?"
"Nigga, Gotti got them bricks and you can post up on the block"
But you ain't built like that
You runnin' 'round, gossipin' to them hoes
You fuck around get killed like that
Niggas all on my phone, like, "What's up witchya boy?"
I'm like leave that dude alone, man, you know that's my boy
Man you out here chasin' hoes, you so confused
A couple X, ninety-six, and some internet shoe
I took the nigga to the do' and opened it fo' him
Stepped through the bitch first, ya know scoped it fo' him
Nigga didn't come through, he screened me through
Nigga huh? nigga what? Well then do what you do
I can't stress this shit enough, man, I love the nigga
But my love coudn't put enough thug in a nigga
So I wish a nigga luck and I hope he do good
But ya ain't a block burner, nigga, get it understood
You ain't got no work in the hood, you not like Gotti
You ain't click-click bang-bang, you shot nobody
You ain't broke a whole bird down to five point fives
Sold niggas no quarters for the one seven five
You ain't got no work in the hood, you not like Gotti
You ain't click-click bang-bang, you shot nobody
You ain't broke a whole bird down to five point fives
Sold niggas yo quarters for the one seven five
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mixtape:
"Feed The Streets: Special Delivery" (2008)
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