Burghtown - Like Me lyrics

[Hook: Gift Money] I said the city man, they love our sound They ride around...just like me They want that real sh**, the truth That grown man music for the youth Just like me And we plan and we plot and we gain Write a rhyme that'll take away your pain And these other n***as just not the same What a shame...they not like me [Verse 1: Gift Money] I'm indulging in the finer things Making love, soiled sheets from vagina stains (yeah) I buy my wifey all kind of things She a queen, keep me flyer than a private plane n***a, b**h n***a f** the fame Gift Money guillotine, k** them with the k**er slang (slang) So official with the wordplay Tongue dipped in linen, young n***a keep your b**h away Body every track I'm on, feeling like the sh** today n***a what you talking bout, hating me won't get you paid (paid) I'm in the shade but I'm shinning Baby powder flow, what what P say (science!) Let these n***as know, got me posing like the Heisman n***a we be bliggidy, Ceiling Fan riding Burghtown threnody, bringing out the holy ghost Make the beats, write the rhymes, film our own video (oh boi) [Hook: Gift Money] I said the city man, they love our sound They ride around...just like me They want that real sh**, the truth That grown man music for the youth Just like me And we plan and we plot and we gain Write a rhyme that'll take away your pain And these other n***as just not the same What a shame...they not like me [Verse 2: Prototype] Ha! When the evil emcees gathered I was laid up with my chick like it ain't matter, we living (like a motherf**er) On my life was the plot On the kitchen stove was the pot In my notebook was the rock (crack) They wanted the land, the food and my mental but they couldn't have it Belligerent minds do scatter off Hanco*k, Jungle Fever, Spike Lee, designer jeans That's Type...that's right Bligg with the Snooky b**h...light, camera, ac-ti-on n***a this the jack move, take them f**ing skinnys off (what the f** n***a) (breathe) Breathing is never labored...baby Mistress with arms, Tyra be gone, bad b**h...rabid Black on black is back, Gift grab the f**ing llama J Murda straight up pa** me the Henny Obama Sunk in a chair, revenge is here, we still at large Prototype, James Cameron, rounds of applause Get dome IMax, X-Box, the Avatar [Hook: Gift Money] I said the city man, they love our sound They ride around...just like me They want that real sh**, the truth That grown man music for the youth Just like me And we plan and we plot and we gain Write a rhyme that'll take away your pain And these other n***as just not the same What a shame...they not like me [Verse 3: Gift Money] Sipping on connoisseur Feeling good, cause I didn't see the cops today Ok kay kay Pay attention everything that I come across And never judge anything, that's how you catch a loss Not a facaud Sh-Shawty like my melanin Said she like that thug sh**, plus I'm so intelligent (no doubt) Fantasies of Cadillacs that turn to spaceships Poetry colorful, n***a taste it Edgar Allen, Shakespeare, Langston Slit my wrist, blood coming from my ink pen [Prototype] Yes sir, they never love ya till ya eyes gloss, cataract sh** To the Hyphen, deceased date, jump out my casket Catcher Freeman...black Bruce Waynes Murder John Waynes who shot a free man Burghtown the Monte Carlo, Ca**a Blanca, Minka Aire...Ceiling Fans Oh boi [Hook: Gift Money] I said the city man, they love our sound They ride around...just like me They want that real sh**, the truth That grown man music for the youth Just like me And we plan and we plot and we gain Write a rhyme that'll take away your pain And these other n***as just not the same What a shame...they not like me