Like Me lyrics

[Verse 1]
7:46, wake up, hand on my di*k
Lakers lost by 30 last night, I'm talking sh*t
Roll up a 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, di*k in her mouth, that Compton sh*t, boy
I'm on that monster sh*t, boy
Chopper out the trunk, on some Compton sh*t, boy
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*gga, 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*ggas like me
Nah, they don't make n*ggas like me
They don't make n*ggas like me
They don't make n*ggas like me
Wassup

[Verse 2]
I'm that n*gga that sold packs by the bungalows
Animal out here, my n*ggas 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 Pat tote 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 ass 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*ggas like me
Nah, they don't make n*ggas like me
They don't make n*ggas like me
They don't make n*ggas like me
Cook crack n*gga