Just Like Me (feat. J. Black)

How cool is gang banging?

It's love when you and your homies hanging huh?

Your uncles head did it so it's a chain reaction

Relate to your homies because them two are bastards

Feel that your hood colour look good in jordans

Striking your name on the wall to feel important

Banging on niggaz hoping they push a line

Say the wrong street corner it's go time

But ignorance is bliss because them fists are soon gon' turn into a bullet

If the index finger pull it cameras coming for the footage

Channel 9, channel 11, aiming nines, mack 11

Another baby for the reverend af the casks take action

In a matter of a second nothing matters when you reppin for your turf

Hold it down, have heart - put in work

That's the moral of the story when you're worried and you're wicked

And your ments will never get it

It's a sickness when you kill your own kind

Different names different sides

But i could see it in your eyes

That you're (just like me) and i'm (just like you)

Your (just like me) n i'm (i'm just like you)

It's up to you to decide

How your gonna change your life

Your (just like me) n i'm (just like you)

Your (just like me) n i'm (just like you)

How cool is selling drugs?

It's love when you and yours is making bucks huh?

Your uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction

Risking somebody's house just to get it cracking

Now everybody see you as a d-boy

You shinning bright now, it was hard to be a decoy

Serving them junkies to get some quick cash

To give to your mama because she doing bad

Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something

If you don't look out for nothin knock, knock, knock the feds are coming

You ain't even really thinking cause your mind is on the money

Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody.

But your blinded because you shinning fiend want another hit

So you serve him 30 minutes he o.d. off the shit

That's the moral of the story when you're greedy and you're wicked

But your mind will never get it

It's a sickness when you kill your own kind

You ever throw your life away?

On this gang banging shit went off your brothers face

Or perhaps living in the fast lane

Selling drugs poisoning peoples brains

It's just a thought but don't stress it man

Just know somebody's mama out there sufferin'

Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet

Feel victim from all this gang shooting

Mmm mmm

Man these niggaz out here walling

All the hooping and the hallan

Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college

Where is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents

Yet your mom never promised my nigga i'm being honest

Better wake up fast

Last of a dying breed

All i do is press facts, jack

Look, the moral of the story

Souring hearts will never feel it

Plus their minded is really twisted

It's a sickness when you kill your own kind