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

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, **** (Nothing)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, **** (Nothing)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, **** (You ain't nothing)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, **** (Jahill Beats, holla at me)

Me and my **** 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' **** ain't playing no games"

Okay, let's cross that line, I'm with it

Smack your **** lil' sister, go tell your brother I did it (Haha)

Been in a hundred shootouts, homie, I made it

First time I shot a ****, felt like I graduated

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 ****, Grandma was aggravated (Sorry)

Anything I spit real, ain't nothing fabricated (Facts)

Spitting in the feds' face, know I'm being investigated (Whoa)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, **** (Nothing)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, **** (Nothing)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, **** (You ain't nothing)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, ****

Yeah, Machine bitch, I keep the TEC close

Drop more steroids, they waiting on they next dose (Ha)

Twenty chains on, feel like my neck broke

Hate rappers, real street **** 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 sour to get my mind clear (Woo)

Can't name one **** that I fear (Yeah)

I got hit, it ain't one **** that I spared (Hahaha)

It's my year, one of the illest **** 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 **** move the yay 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, **** (Nothing)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, **** (Nothing)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, **** (You ain't nothing)

You ain't nothing, you ain't nothing like me, ****