like.me - J.Robb

Yeah niggas like me, haters wanna fight me

Yeah these bitches mad cause I came up overnight, B

Yeah I switched it up, I got a .9 cuffed tightly

So you better do the right thing like Spike Lee

Yeah I’m super clean, rock jeans with a white tee

Niggas fucking soft but them niggas wanna bite me

If you had six figures you would be just like me

Yeah these niggas mad cause I’m shining like a light beam

Niggas talking 'bout «Yep!»

in they motherfucking throwback

He ain’t real you know that, Muhammad where they sold that

We stepping on these niggas like a motherfucking doormat

When I hit the scene they take pictures, call me Kodak

These ho’s goin crazy, yeah I think they need some prozac

We the hottest thing on the market and you know that

Your bitch chose up an she don’t wanna go back

We stacking big faces cause we still spending all that

When I do it, its something like the Thriller in Manilla man

Known as a killer man, fresh from the dealer man

So So niggas, ain’t no crew iller than

Ten acres of land and I got about a million

Dollars worth of cars in my front yard

I’m from the place in ATL where young niggas sling hard

Ooh I think they like me when they heard me on the other one

So it’s only right that I hit you with another one

Remix, we gets busy over here, no sleep

Niggas stay up on their grizzy over here

We young (young), we fly (fly), we gonna stay flashy 'til the day…