Not Like Me Zoe Osama

[Boyz n the Hood movie scene]
Hey man, what's wrong with you?
Fuck you looking at, nigga?
I'm still tryna find out, nigga!
Hold on, hold on
Oh, we got a problem here?
Got a problem here?

[Zoe Osama]
Y'all want a nigga to switch up and pray to god that I leave
You better pray for another, nah sir, not me
I ain’t worried 'bout no beef, nah sir, not me
You can’t never stop a vision only god can see
I been praying on this day since I was 13
Ditching under ball, waiting on the 40 on me
Rest in peace my nigga Smoke from the SYC
I was a young ass nigga, can't forget that scene
But now I’m back on the block and kept my mind on my business
I'm never snitching, put that on God as the witness
Can’t trust nobody, on family, on chicken
They'll take your whole stash and swear to god thеy ain’t get it
Man, I miss G5, only heaven can visit
Anything I еver said, that's on my mama I meant it
Man, I miss Little Hawk and only god can feel it
Knuckles hit my cell phone, that's on my mama, can see it
Cold day in the hood, you get packed out of meeting
Coast Crip, marry out, we was banging for a reason
Me and Slim on my mama on that jakey ass mission
Shit was sad, and with the Kool aid
On the hustle, we tripping
Now a nigga need a way and a plan to get it
'Cause pops tripping, talking 'bout "no hoes on the weekend"
Like what you thinking? Niggas like to drive by, prove it
Y’all was tripping on a nigga, we was creeping that weekend
40 Glock on my side, you’ll get popped 'til you stertor
I'm in the four pack with my niggas, baby dog my brother
Shout out my nigga Shack doing time, and I’m blunted
Free my nigga Easty James, all them times we was hungry
Man this shit still going and this shit so crazy
I used to steal iPhones on the hood to get paid
I used to buy fly clothes on my mama get laid
Never trust on these hoes, that's how my cousin played
Free my nigga HP, this a NeighborHood thing
Shout out Lady Sibo, this a east coast thing
Been stackin' up my money, man I gotta get paid
She keep blowing up my phone, she must wanna get laid
Man, the police on my bump and they ain't knockin' my cripping
Your baby mama on my dick but she ain’t ever gon' get it
You will blow your whole rent, act like your money was missing
Yeah, y’all niggas act like waiters so the 40 gon' tip 'em
Let a nigga talk my shit and let me pull my lean
Let me get a bad bitch just to roll my weed
Let me run my check up and spell it all on me
Let me hit a bitch twice and don’t call on me
Let me coast by myself, I’mma eat in the streets
Let me hold the 8 ball, I’ll give it back in a week
Let me cash my son out, on the hood, on me
Let me call my baby mama, see my son in a week
Yeah, we all gotta sleep but why the sleep on me?
I was still tryna eat, why they eating on me?
Man, I ain’t worried 'bout the hoe, why she plotting on me?
And I ain’t worried 'bout no bitch, why they lying on me?
I need a whole lot of guns, can't die in the street
If you ain't never had a check, nigga you not like me
If you ain't never pop shots, cuz you not like me
If you a liar on the block, nigga you ain't like me
These niggas tell all the stories that we cannot see
Why you niggas didn’t bust when they bust at me?
Every time a nigga low, you wanna fuck with me
And every time I say I'm up, y’all say you fuck with me
I roll by myself, it ain't nothing to me
I thug by myself, it ain't nothing to me
A nigga tryna get a check, I'm a LOC
A nigga need a fucking check, I'm a LOC