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the game - like me lyrics

[verse 1]
7:46, wake up, hand on my d-ck
lakers lost by 30 last night, i’m talking sh-t
roll up the backwood, killer in my spliff
reading gq magazine while i take a sh-t
walk back to my room, wake up this b-tch
kickin’ her out, d-ck in her mouth, that compton sh-t, boi
i’m on that monster sh-t, boi
chopper out the trunk, on some compton sh-t, boi
i remember flipping dimes and sh-t
putting five to them planes, that la bamba sh-t
dr dre ain’t got time for this, he wearing beats
i got my ear to the ground, lil’ n-gg-, i’m in these streets like
streetlights and lead pipes, up in the projects
we gon’ make it out but this sh-t is a slow process
lean right, keep heat tight, don’t ever digest
hollow tips where your mind rest, you forgot

[hook]
they don’t make n-gg-s like me
nah, they don’t make n-gg-s like me
they don’t make n-gg-s like me
they don’t make n-gg-s like me
w-ssup

[verse 2]
i’m that n-gg- sold packs by the bungalows
animal out here, my n-gg-s in the jungles know
i’m cold like one below in green bay
had the water on the block, to the fiends i was a stingray
i had a z before i seen jay
i had the west, i used to sling yay
but sometimes when tables turn like a dj
had them rocks and them bands like green day
i used to listen to, project pepto straps and sell crack
used to smoke that bobby brown, f-ck rats and sit back
on my forte, was more yay, my enemies got gift-wrapped
the two nicks in two days
got new fits and new js
thankful for my two ks
my vision clear as blu-ray
kill your -ss today
knock the glue off your toupée
my guns like “hi”, leave that shy sh-t to lupe
then chop the top off the coupe, doomsday

[hook]
they don’t make n-gg-s like me
nah, they don’t make n-gg-s like me
they don’t make n-gg-s like me
they don’t make n-gg-s like me
cook crack n-gg-

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