Just Like Me Lyrics - Follow Me Home - Jay Rock

How cool is gang banging? 

It's love when you and your homies hanging huh? 

Your uncles had did it so it's a chain reaction 

Relate to your homies because them two are bastards 

Feel that your hood colour look good in Jordans 

Striking your name on the wall to feel important 

Banging on niggaz hoping they push a line 

Say the wrong street corner it's go time 

But ignorance is bliss because them fists are soon gon' turn into a bullet 

If the index finger pull it cameras coming for the footage 

Channel 9, Channel 11, Aiming Nines, Mack 11 

Another baby for the reverend 

Another casket takin action 

In a matter of a second nothing matters when you reppin for your turf 

Hold it down, have heart - Put in work 

That's the moral of the story when you're worried and you're wicked 

And your mental never get it 

It's a sickness when you kill your own kind 

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Different names different sides 

But I could see it in your eyes 

That you're (just like me) and I'm (just like you) 

Your (just like me) n I'm (I'm just like you) 

It's up to you to decide 

How your gonna change your life 

Your (just like me) n I'm (just like you) 

Your (just like me) n I'm (just like you) 

How cool is selling drugs? 

It's love when you and yours is making bucks huh? 

Your uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction 

Risking somebody's house just to get it cracking 

Now everybody see you as a D-Boy 

You shinning bright now 

It was hard to be a decoy 

Serving them junkies to get some quick cash 

To give to your mama because she doing bad 

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Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something 

If you don't look out for nothin 

Knock, knock, knock the feds are coming 

You ain't even really thinking 

Cause your mind is on the money 

Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody. 

But your blinded because you shinning fiend want another hit 

So you serve him 30 minutes 

He O.D. off the shit 

That's the moral of the story when you're greedy and you're wicked 

But your mind will never get it 

It's a sickness when you kill your own kind 

You ever throw your life away? 

On this gang banging shit went off your brothers face 

Or perhaps living in the fast lane 

Selling drugs poisoning peoples brains 

It's just a thought but don't stress it man 

Just know somebody's mama out there sufferin' 

Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet 

Feel victim from all this gang shooting 

Mmm mmm 

Man these niggaz out here walling 

All the hooping and the hallan 

Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college 

Where is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents 

Yet your mom never promised my nigga I'm being honest 

Better wake up fast 

Last of a dying breed 

All I do is press facts, jack 

Look, the moral of the story 

Souring hearts will never feel it 

Plus their minded is really twisted 

It's a sickness when you kill your own kind