Nothin Like Me

[Produced by Stevie B]

[Intro]
The life that I live real
And only real niggas can relate
But when I look in that mirror nigga all I see is me
The situation I been through is just me
When I’m in that jail cell nigga, I’m in there just me

[Verse 1]
You ain’t go to jail and your man lose his life
On your birthday, you ain’t have to pay that price
You wasn’t in the Lac just sitting at the light
Nigga pull up on you and you get hit twice
How the fuck these niggas gone compare themselves to me
You ain’t drop a jam, hundred grand in a week
You ain’t never leave a nigga dead in these streets
Pops ain’t hear you caught a body, now your mom can’t sleep
You ain’t start shooting and you hit your man first
Dead in the chest, bitch I been through the worst
You ain’t have kids and you missed both births
Cause you stuck in jail, you don’t know the way it hurts
You ain’t like me, you ain’t like me at all
You ain’t never seen half the shit that I done saw
You ain’t have a son and you never seen him crawl
First time you got to meet him he already standing tall

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t nothing like me, woah
They never done seen what I seen, nooooo
Or been through nothing, nothing, nooooo
That I been through, been through

[Verse 2]
You ain’t on the phone talking deals up with Tip
On the other line got a juug for a brick
You ain’t got a mom that’s tired of your shit
You ain’t find out that your old head was a snitch
How the fuck these niggas gone compare themselves to me
You ain’t lose Tay, nigga you ain’t lose Reef
You ain’t lose Bug, Trisha, Little Mel Z
You wasn’t in the 7 at the age of 18
You ain’t beefing with the old heads down the way
Cause they hate to see a young nigga getting paid
You ain’t never catch a nigga sleeping where he lay
Your best friend ain’t ever lose his mom Christmas day
You ain’t like me, you ain’t like me at all
You ain’t never seen half the shit that I done saw
You ain’t getting cream and you scared to make a call
Cause you think your phone tapped like the feds is involved

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You ain’t have god turn around, lose faith
You ain’t have a deal turn around, catch a case
You ain’t got a nigga who ain’t got a max date
Cause he got life, gonna die behind the gates
You ain’t been in jail, you ain’t never had a lawyer
You ain’t make the news, they ain’t put you in the courier
You ain’t on parole, got to keep your shit in order
You ain’t ever lived the fucking life of a warrior
You ain’t load a clip to that slim and BG
Spinning nigga bin clean up man on repeat
You ain’t tried to quit but you in it too deep
Trap or die nigga, you ain’t really in these streets

[Hook]