Jay Rock - Just Like Me - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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Rap,West Coast

Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Jay Rock] How cool is gang banging? Its love when you and your homies hanging huh Your uncles had did it so its a chain reaction Relate to your homies because them too are bastards Feel that your hood color look good in Jordans Spiking your name on the wall to feel important Banging on niggas hope they push in line Say the wrong street corner its go time But ignorance is bliss because that fist is soon to turn into a bullet if that index finger pull it Cameras comin for the footage Channel 9 channel 11 aiming 9s mac 11's Another baby for the reverend another casket Taking action in a matter of a second Nothings matters when your repping for your turf Hold it down, have heart Put in work That's the moral of the story, when you worried and you wicked And your mental never get it, its a sickness when you kill your own kind [Hook: J. Black] Different names different sides but I can see it in your eyes that you're just like me (that I'm) just like you (you're) just like me (and I'm) just like you Its up to you to decide how you're gonna change your life you're just like me (and I'm) just like you (you're) just like me (I'm) just like you [Verse 2: Jay Rock] How cool is selling drugs? Its love when you and yours making bucks huh? Your uncles was hustling so its a chain reaction Risking somebody house just to get it crackin Now everybody see you as a d boy You shinin bright now its hard to be a decoy Servin the junkies to get some quick cash To give to your momma because she doin bad Now bitches on your dick and niggas got they hands out like you owe them something if you dont look out of nothing then them Narco feds is coming you ain't even really thiknkin cause your mind is on the money Jealous niggas politicin', on a plot to leave you bloody But you blinded cause you shinin Fein want another hit So you serve him 30 mintues and he OD'd off the shit Thats the moral of the story when your greedy and you wicked, but your mind will never get it, its a sickness when you kill your own kind [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] You'd rather throw your life away? On this gang banging shootin off your brother's face Or perhaps living in the fast lane Selling drugs poisoning people brains Its just a thought but don't stress it man Just know somebody momma out there suffering Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet Fell victim from all these these gang shooting .. mm mmm Man these niggas out here wilen' All the hooting and the hollin man you'd rather sell some powder instead trying in college Where is all the father figures either dead or locked in bondage Your tomorrow is never promised My nigga, I'm being honest Better wake up fast, last of dying breed All I do is press facts jack Look the moral of the story is certain hearts will never feel it Plus they mind is really twisted It's a sickness when I kill my own kind [Hook]
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