Like Me lyrics

[Intro: Lino Hayez]
Can't spit like me, you ain't sh*t like me
But I see you trying to get like me
You don't like me but your b*tch like me
All up on my di*k better get wifey

[Verse 1: Lino Hayez]
Jays on my feet bandana tied roun' my leg
Gold cubano link on my neck
Tell my n*ggas quit the b*tchin' we gon peak in a sec
Got no reason to stress best believe im the best
Word to jesus im blessed
Got them g's in my set, Couple g's in my sweats
Checks be lookin' like a doctor bill
Gotta whole lotta' money in my pockets like im Doctor Phil
My kick game sick Lionel Messi on the soccer field
Your sh*t wack like a mobster kill
I be down for whatever whenever no matter the weather
My n*ggas gon chase after cheddar
We chase and erasing the debtors
Im only concerned about raising my bread up
Coppin that Martin that Maison Margiela
Headlining shows rock the stage at coachella
Getting dumb pay a n*gga gotta get it some way
Peep my n*ggas got hammers, my click is bananas
When the money running low hit a lick off a scammer
Im down with the sh*ts for the glitz and the glamour
Taking over sh*t n*gga im the new cancer
Haven't you heard n*gga im the new cancer
Yeah n*gga im the new cancer
Haven't you heard n*gga im the new cancer
Couple bad b*tches giving head i'm the head of the street
Other n*ggas can't compare em to me
Im everthing you not plus i'm smoother
Rocking some gear with the head of medusa
We them young n*ggas you better get used to
b*tch im the present the past and the future
f*ck all the rumors you lose with the losers
I move with the movers we smooth on manuevers
Your b*tch love the man n*gga Musa
[Hook: Lino Hayez]
Step up in the party b*tches looking like im all that
Riding Round my town with rowdy n*ggas and they all strapped
I been getting money hitting honeys what you call that
n*gga what you call that
Since I done got my paper up these pros all on my ball sack
I don't love these b*tches man these b*tches need to fall back
Probably f*ck you once and leave you hoping that I call back
But I don't even call back what you call that

[Verse 2: Lino Hayez]
You can't spit like me you ain't sh*t like me
I see you tryna get like me
You don't like me but your b*tch like me
All up on my di*k better get wtfey
Moving on the low cause a snitch might see
All gold slugs man them sh*ts icey
Herringbone chain and them kicks nike
Skinny sweatpants with a crisp white tee
Always getting money got a rich physche
You a b*tch hypebeast ain't sh*t like me
I'm the man and these n*ggas tryna imitate
n*gga doing shows all up in ya state getting cake
Riding round town speeding down the interstate
Never hit the brake n*gga f*ck a bitter jake
I only wanna f*ck b*tch f*ck a dinner date
Will never be that n*gga that be getting played
Professional pimp walked around dressedd with a limp
Sporting the best looking b*tch and treat her like she ain't nothing
That's some real sh*t boy i ain't stunting
And a n*gga don't flex no more
Ain't trying to impress no whore
Don't want no materialistic ass b*tch
I want a nice girl who been through some sh*t
Who gonna be around if im broke or rich
That's on some sh*t
Never met a n*gga worth impressing
As long as im true to myself I don't care if i'm first or i'm second
The devil disgusing your curse as a blessing
Taking my chances and learning my lesson
Loving my life man my birth is a blessing
Ain't nothing change bout my thought or my message
This just the first time you heard me express it
[Hook: Lino Hayez] x2
Step up in the party b*tches looking like im all that
Riding Round my town with rowdy n*ggas and they all strapped
I been getting money hitting honeys what you call that
n*gga what you call that
Since I done got my paper up these pros all on my ball sack
I don't love these b*tches man these b*tches need to fall back
Probably f*ck you once and leave you hoping that I call back
But I don't even call back what you call that