Nothing Like Me (feat. Conway the Machine & Dios Moreno)

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 (Jahill 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 Breaking Down Drake's 'Certified Lover Boy': Kanye Beef,... 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 (Hahaha) 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