Just Like Me

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This for all my niggas in that trap house all day.

This for my lil' nigga sellin' weed in that highway.

This for all my niggas screamin', "Fuck what the law say. "

Yeah, I could've left, but I been in this bitch all day.

This for all my niggas in that trap house all day. This for my lil' nigga sellin' weed in that highway.

This for all my niggas screamin', "Fuck what the law say.

" I could've left, but I been in this bitch all day. This for all my niggas, trap hard, no sleep.

This for all my niggas wearin' the same clothes all week.

This for all my niggas missin' meals, barely gettin' to eat. This for all my trap niggas, know you just like me.

I'm the real thing, I ain't like these rappers niggas cap.

Never seen 'em in no hood, never seen 'em in no trap. Servin' OG's in my hood and up in the south. Know

I love my nigga Beezy, only nigga had my raps.

All the plugs love me, nigga, I ain't gotta touch an ounce.

I ain't gotta spend a dollar, still can load the whole house. I just came throwed back, I got paid, I rode Benz.

Bro fuck with that other side, got them things, came with a stamp. Want the definition of the trap?

Nigga, ask me. I just got another load, moved 'em all last week.

Mama know her baby boy somewhere out runnin' these streets.

And I got my own lane, can't no nigga tax me. This for all my niggas in that trap house all day.

This for my lil' nigga sellin' weed in that highway.

This for all my niggas screamin', "Fuck what the law say. " I could've left, but I been in this bitch all day.

This for all my niggas, trap hard, no sleep.

This for all my niggas wearin' the same clothes all week. This for all my niggas missin' meals, barely gettin' to eat.

This for all -my trap niggas, know you just like me.

-Look, this for all them trap niggas who really gettin' them drugs out.

I'm nothin' like these rap niggas, I still will take my plug out. I'm nothin' like these rap niggas, I still will take my shirt off.

Stand in the kitchen and whip on the stove, it works, I get a bird off.

Stand in the kitchen, open the door, ooh, I got them bricks in. Bad bitch, call her my

Lulu, that my lil' vixen. Put my hands together, prayin' for him like a

Christian. Plug talk, all you gotta do is open your ears and listen.

All you gotta do is call the phone up, young nigga gettin' them Percs out.

This for all my trap niggas who still sleep at the work spot.

This for all them trap niggas in them rentals pushin' them herds out.

Damn, my phone still ringin', I can't even get -this verse out.

-This for all my niggas in that trap house all day. This for my lil' nigga sellin' weed in that highway.

This for all my niggas screamin', "Fuck what the law say.

" I could've left, but I been in this bitch all day. This for all my niggas, trap hard, no sleep.

This for all my niggas wearin' the same clothes all week.

This for all my niggas missin' meals, barely gettin' to eat.

This for all my trap niggas, know you just like me.