Like Me - Lil Scrappy

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