Uncle Murda, Dios Moreno, Conway The Machine - Nothing Like Me lyrics

Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S.

[Uncle Murda, Dios Moreno, Conway The Machine - Nothing Like Me lyrics]

You ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga (Nothing)
You ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga (Nothing)
You ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga
(You ain't nothing) you ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga
(Jahlil Beats, holla at me)

Me and my niggas was used to not having much
Go and get used to that (So?)
Whoever tried to stop us from eating
I swear we shooting that
We don't eat, nobody eat, we making it high
Was beefing with dudes that was old
Enough to be our pops
We was young like Bobby Shmurda
And they was old age (Damn)
Had 'em saying
"These lil niggas ain't playing no games"
Okay, let's cross that line, I'm with it
Smack your nigga lil sister
Go tell your brother I did it (Haha)
Been in a hundred shootouts, homie I madе it
First time I shoot a nigga
Felt like I graduatеd
Crew was so proud of me
All night we celebrated
I was at high school
That's when Craig Mack was overrated (Haha)
Couldn't finish school, too much beef
Never graduated (So?)
Shooting out my window at niggas
Grandma was aggravated (Sorry)
Anything I spit real
Ain't nothing fabricated (Facts)
Spitting in the Feds' face
Know I'm being investigated (Woah)

You ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga (Nothing)
You ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga (Nothing)
You ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga
(You ain't nothing) you ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga

Yeah, Machine bitch, I keep the TEC close
Drop more steroids
They waiting on their next dose (Ha)
Twenty chains on, feel like my neck broke
Hate rappers
Real street niggas who I respect most
(Salute)
Shorty got the 40 in his Moncler (Uh, huh)
Sixteen whipping deuces while his mom's there
(We wild) newspaper on the windows
Ain't no blinds there
Smoke a blunt of the sour
To get my mind clear (Wooh)
Can't name one nigga that I fear (yeah)
I got hit, it ain't one nigga that I spared
(Ha ha ha) it's my year
One of the illest niggas heard in nine years
(Uh, huh)
Christopher Wallace mixed with Nassir
(Bump to it)
Yeah, I'm top tier, shit is not fair
Out on Melrose, this Lamborghini that I steer
(Vroom) my niggas move the ye' for the low
We whacking everything
I told Murda just say it's a go (Brrrr)
Machine bitch

You ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga (Nothing)
You ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga (Nothing)
You ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga
(You ain't nothing) you ain't nothing
You ain't nothing like me nigga

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