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zoe osama - not like me lyrics

[boyz n the hood movie scene]
hey man, what’s wrong with you?
f+ck you looking at, n+gga?
i’m still tryna find out, n+gga!
hold on, hold on
oh, we got a problem here?
got a problem here?

[zoe osama]
y’all want a n+gga to switch up and pray to god that i leave
you better pray for another, nah sir, not me
i ain’t worried ’bout no beef, nah sir, not me
you can’t never stop a vision only god can see
i been praying on this day since i was 13
ditching under ball, waiting on the 40 on me
rest in peace my n+gga smoke from the syc
i was a young ass n+gga, can’t forget that scene
but now i’m back on the block and kept my mind on my business
i’m never snitching, put that on god as the witness
can’t trust n0body, on family, on chicken
they’ll take your whole stash and swear to god thеy ain’t get it
man, i miss g5, only heaven can visit
anything i еver said, that’s on my mama i meant it
man, i miss little hawk and only god can feel it
knuckles hit my cell phone, that’s on my mama, can see it
cold day in the hood, you get packed out of meeting
coast crip, marry out, we was banging for a reason
me and slim on my mama on that jakey ass mission
sh+t was sad, and with the kool aid
on the hustle, we tripping
now a n+gga need a way and a plan to get it
’cause pops tripping, talking ’bout “no hoes on the weekend”
like what you thinking? n+ggas like to drive by, prove it
y’all was tripping on a n+gga, we was creeping that weekend
40 glock on my side, you’ll get popped ’til you stertor
i’m in the four pack with my n+ggas, baby dog my brother
shout out my n+gga shack doing time, and i’m blunted
free my n+gga easty james, all them times we was hungry
man this sh+t still going and this sh+t so crazy
i used to steal iphones on the hood to get paid
i used to buy fly clothes on my mama get laid
never trust on these hoes, that’s how my cousin played
free my n+gga hp, this a neighborhood thing
shout out lady sibo, this a east coast thing
been stackin’ up my money, man i gotta get paid
she keep blowing up my phone, she must wanna get laid
man, the police on my bump and they ain’t knockin’ my cripping
your baby mama on my d+ck but she ain’t ever gon’ get it
you will blow your whole rent, act like your money was missing
yeah, y’all n+ggas act like waiters so the 40 gon’ tip ’em
let a n+gga talk my sh+t and let me pull my lean
let me get a bad b+tch just to roll my weed
let me run my check up and spell it all on me
let me hit a b+tch twice and don’t call on me
let me coast by myself, i’mma eat in the streets
let me hold the 8 ball, i’ll give it back in a week
let me cash my son out, on the hood, on me
let me call my baby mama, see my son in a week
yeah, we all gotta sleep but why the sleep on me?
i was still tryna eat, why they eating on me?
man, i ain’t worried ’bout the hoe, why she plotting on me?
and i ain’t worried ’bout no b+tch, why they lying on me?
i need a whole lot of guns, can’t die in the street
if you ain’t never had a check, n+gga you not like me
if you ain’t never pop shots, cuz you not like me
if you a liar on the block, n+gga you ain’t like me
these n+ggas tell all the stories that we cannot see
why you n+ggas didn’t bust when they bust at me?
every time a n+gga low, you wanna f+ck with me
and every time i say i’m up, y’all say you f+ck with me
i roll by myself, it ain’t nothing to me
i thug by myself, it ain’t nothing to me
a n+gga tryna get a check, i’m a loc
a n+gga need a f+cking check, i’m a loc
[boyz n the hood movie scene]
ferris always tryna start some sh+t
n+gga can’t fight so he always tryna find some excuse to shoot somebody
that’s why fools get shot all the time
tryna show how hard they is
ignorant
ah fool, shut up, you be doing that sh+t too
(shooting)

- zoe osama lyrics

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