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Nines

Nothing Like Me

 

Nothing Like Me

(album: Crop Circle 2 - 2023)


If I was M Huncho, I'd be fucking bitches with my mask on
I'd be walking past my tings with my family, and they wouldn't even know it's me (Hahahahaha)
(Karlos got that juice)

You ain't nothing like me, nigga
I moved a hundred keys this week in my sleep
You ain't nothing like me, nigga
My label gave me a mill', we don't even speak
You ain't nothing like me, nigga
If you don't go bed next to a freak
You ain't nothing like me
Nothing like me
You ain't nothing like me

Where you been at, Hunch? I been trapping for months
Got a .45 tucked, that's a strap
And forty-five packs in the drums, they ain't nothing like me
Still ain't nothing like Nines
Still ain't paid for the .9
Still ain't got a consign
Still, I'm deep in the mud
Still, I move and I frank
Fly birds from the truck, yeah
I'll make you saying forgiving me shorts
What comes out the exhaust is exhausting
I tell my neighbours, "I garden", they know that I grow weed, and it's awkward
Ten K for machines, you ain't nothing like me
Young Adz, for a box, just twenty-nine Gs

You ain't nothing like me, nigga (Yeah)
I moved a hundred keys this week in my sleep
You ain't nothing like me, nigga (Yeah)
My label gave me a mill', we don't even speak
You ain't nothing like me, nigga (Yeah)
If you don't go bed next to a freak
You ain't nothing like me (Huh?)
Nothing like me (Yeah)
You ain't nothing like me (Yeah)

It all started out moving Yay in the flats
I ain't waiting on packs
Busy making these tracks
Got all the drug dealers saying, "Thank God that he made it, we ain't gotta pay him no tax"
She dropped me out, started linking my nigga
Only if she knew I was the pick of the litter
Came out of jail, I got bigger and bigger
I'm moving Budweiser, and, bitch, it ain't liquor
I spend all day on that hot strip
Used to wonder why I ain't got shit
I'm focused now, I got tunnel vision
I could catch flight with a chopstick
I love rap, but I'm in Spain bringing bud back for a dumb stack
And when I'm in the hood, I play, "Money Up" with all my chains on, it gives me hunchback

You ain't nothing like me, nigga (Yeah)
I moved a hundred keys this week in my sleep
You ain't nothing like me, nigga (Yeah)
My label gave me a mill', we don't even speak
You ain't nothing like me, nigga (Yeah)
If you don't go bed next to a freak
You ain't nothing like me (Huh?)
Nothing like me (Yeah)
You ain't nothing like me (Yeah)

You ain't nothing like me, nigga (Yeah)
You ain't nothing like me, nigga (Yeah)
You ain't nothing like me, nigga (Yeah)
You ain't nothing like me (Huh?)
Nothing like me (Yeah)
You ain't nothing like me

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