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get it\nIt's a sickness when you kill your own kind\n\nDifferent names different sides\nBut I could see it in your eyes\nThat you're (just like me) and I'm (just like you)\nYour (just like me) n I'm (I'm just like you)\nIt's up to you to decide\nHow your gonna change your life\nYour (just like me) n I'm (just like you)\nYour (just like me) n I'm (just like you)\n\nHow cool is selling drugs?\nIt's love when you and yours is making bucks huh?\nYour uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction\nRisking somebody's house just to get it cracking\nNow everybody see you as a D-Boy\nYou shinning bright now\nIt was hard to be a decoy\nServing them junkies to get some quick cash\nTo give to your mama because she doing bad\n\nNow bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something\nIf you don't look out for nothin\nKnock, knock, knock the feds are coming\nYou ain't even really thinking\nCause your mind is on the money\nJealous niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody.\n\nBut your blinded because you shinning fiend want another hit\nSo you serve him 30 minutes\nHe O.D. off the shit\nThat's the moral of the story when you're greedy and you're wicked\nBut your mind will never get it\nIt's a sickness when you kill your own kind\n\nYou ever throw your life away?\nOn this gang banging shit went off your brothers face\nOr perhaps living in the fast lane\nSelling drugs poisoning peoples brains\nIt's just a thought but don't stress it man\nJust know somebody's mama out there sufferin'\nBecause she lost her baby to a stray bullet\nFeel victim from all this gang shooting\n\nMmm mmm\n\nMan these niggaz out here walling\nAll the hooping and the hallan\nMan, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college\nWhere is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents\nYet your mom never promised my nigga I'm being honest\nBetter wake up fast\nLast of a dying breed\nAll I do is press facts, jack\nLook, the moral of the story\nSouring hearts 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to your mama because she doing bad\n[01:33.15] Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something\n[01:36.70] If you don't look out for nothin\n[01:37.61] Knock, knock, knock the feds are coming\n[01:39.54] You ain't even really thinking\n[01:41.30] Cause your mind is on the money\n[01:42.24] Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody.\n[01:44.92] But your blinded because you shinning fiend want another hit\n[01:47.67] So you serve him 30 minutes\n[01:49.51] He O.D. off the shit\n[01:50.43] That's the moral of the story when you're greedy and you're wicked\n[01:53.22] But your mind will never get it\n[01:55.03] It's a sickness when you kill your own kind\n[01:56.81] You ever throw your life away?\n[02:21.34] On this gang banging shit went off your brothers face\n[02:24.98] Or perhaps living in the fast lane\n[02:27.60] Selling drugs poisoning peoples brains\n[02:30.38] It's just a thought but don't stress it man\n[02:33.18] Just know somebody's mama out there sufferin'\n[02:35.85] Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet\n[02:39.44] Feel victim from all this gang shooting\n[02:41.29] Mmm mmm\n[02:42.15] Man these niggaz out here walling\n[02:44.01] All the hooping and the hallan\n[02:44.99] Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college\n[02:47.65] Where is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents\n[02:50.42] Yet your mom never promised my nigga I'm being honest\n[02:54.02] Better wake up fast\n[02:55.84] Last of a dying breed\n[02:56.78] All I do is press facts, jack\n[02:58.54] Look, the moral of the story\n[03:01.28] Souring hearts will never feel it\n[03:02.14] Plus their minded is really twisted\n[03:03.94] It's a sickness when you kill your own kind\n[03:09.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Just Like Me\n  artist: Jay Rock\n  album: Follow Me Home\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: How cool is gang banging?\n  start_ms: 880\n  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money\n  Jealous niggas politicin' on the properly you bloody\n  But you blinded cause you shinin Fein want another hit\n  So you serve him 30 mintues and he OD'd off the shit\n  Thats the moral of the story when your greedy and you wicked but your mind will never get it its a sickness when you kill your own kind\n  Different names different sides but I can see it in your eyes that you're just like me (That I'm) just like you (you're) just like me (and I'm) just like you\n  Its up to you to decide how you're gonna change your life you're just like me (and I'm) just like you (you're) just like me (I'm) just like you\n  Youd rather throw your life away\n  On this gang banging shootin off your brother face\n  Or perhaps living in the fast lane\n  Selling drugs poising people brains\n  Its just a thought but dont stress it man\n  Just know that somebodys momma out there suffering\n  Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet\n  Fell victim from all these these gang shootin mm mmm\n  Man these niggas out here wallin\n  All the hooting and the hollin man youd rather sell some powder instead tryin in college\n  Where is all the father figures either dead or locked in bondage\n  Ya tomorrow is never promised\n  My nigga ive been honest\n  Been away thug fast last of dying breed\n  All I do is press facts jack\n  Look the moral of the story is certain hearts will never feel it\n  Plus they mind is really twisted\n  Its a sickness when I kill my own kind\n  Different names different sides but I can see it in your eyes that you're just like me (that I'm) just like you (you're) just like me (and I'm) just like you\n  Its up to you to decide how you're gonna change your life you're just like me (and I'm) just like you (you're) just like me (I'm) just like you\n"},{"id":18174301,"name":"Just Like Me feat. 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from all this gang shooting\n  start_ms: 159030\n  end_ms: 162040\n- text: Mmm mmm\n  start_ms: 162040\n  end_ms: 163000\n- text: Man these niggaz out here walling\n  start_ms: 163000\n  end_ms: 164080\n- text: All the hooping and the hallan\n  start_ms: 164080\n  end_ms: 165040\n- text: Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college\n  start_ms: 165040\n  end_ms: 168090\n- text: Where is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents\n  start_ms: 168090\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: Yet your mom never promised my nigga I'm being honest\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 174180\n- text: Better wake up fast\n  start_ms: 174180\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: Last of a dying breed\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 177160\n- text: All I do is press facts, jack\n  start_ms: 177160\n  end_ms: 179150\n- text: Look, the moral of the story\n  start_ms: 179150\n  end_ms: 181160\n- text: Souring hearts will never feel it\n  start_ms: 181160\n  end_ms: 182120\n- text: Plus their minded 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That's the moral of the story when you're worried and you're wicked\n  And your mental never get it\n  It's a sickness when you kill your own kind\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  Different names different sides\n  But I could see it in your eyes\n  That you're (just like me) and I'm (just like you)\n  Your (just like me) n I'm (I'm just like you)\n  It's up to you to decide\n  How your gonna change your life\n  Your (just like me) n I'm (just like you)\n  Your (just like me) n I'm (just like you)\n\n  How cool is selling drugs?\n  It's love when you and yours is making bucks huh?\n  Your uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction\n  Risking somebody's house just to get it cracking\n  Now everybody see you as a D-Boy\n  You shinning bright now\n  It was hard to be a decoy\n  Serving them junkies to get some quick cash\n  To give to your mama because she doing bad\n\n  Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something\n  If you don't look out for nothin\n  Knock, knock, knock the feds are coming\n  You ain't even really thinking\n  Cause your mind is on the money\n  Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody.\n\n  But your blinded because you shinning fiend want another hit\n  So you serve him 30 minutes\n  He O.D. off the shit\n  That's the moral of the story when you're greedy and you're wicked\n  But your mind will never get it\n  It's a sickness when you kill your own kind\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  You ever throw your life away?\n  On this gang banging shit went off your brothers face\n  Or perhaps living in the fast lane\n  Selling drugs poisoning peoples brains\n  It's just a thought but don't stress it man\n  Just know somebody's mama out there sufferin'\n  Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet\n  Feel victim from all this gang shooting\n\n  Mmm mmm\n\n  Man these niggaz out here walling\n  All the hooping and the hallan\n  Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college\n  Where is all these father figures he 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J Black)\n  artist: Jay Rock/J Black\n  album: Follow Me Home\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  How cool is gang banging?\n  Its love when you and your homies hanging huh\n  Your uncles had did it so its a chain reaction\n  Relate to your homies because them too are bastards\n  Feel that your hood color look good in jordans\n  Spiking your name on the wall to feel important\n  Banging on niggas hope they push in line\n  Say the wrong street corner its go time\n  But ignorance is bliss because that fist is\n  soon to turn into a bullet if that index finger pull it\n  Cameras comin for the footage\n  Channel 9 channel 11 aiming 9s mac 11's\n  Another baby for the reverend another casket\n  Taking action in a matter of a second\n  Nothings matters when your repping for your turf\n  Hold it down half heart\n  Put in work\n  Thats the moral of the story when you worried and you wicked\n  And your mental never get it its a\n  sickness when you kill your own kind\n\n  Different names different sides but I can see it in your eyes that\n  you're just like me (that I'm) just like you\n  (you're) just like me (and I'm) just like you\n  Its up to you to decide how you're gonna change your life you're just\n  like me (and I'm) just like you\n  (you're) just like me (I'm) just like you\n\n  How cool is selling drugs?\n  Its love when you and yours making bucks huh?\n  Your uncles was hustling so its a chain reaction\n  Risking somebody house just to get it crackin\n  Now everybody see you as a d boy\n  You shinin bright now its hard to be a decoy\n  Servin the junkies to get some quick cash\n  To give to your momma because she doin bad\n  Now bitches on your dick and niggas got they hands out like you owe\n  them something if you dont look out of nothing then them Narco feds\n  is coming you ain't even really\n  thiknkin cause your mind is on the money\n  Jealous niggas politicin' on the properly you bloody\n  But you blinded cause you shinin Fein want another hit\n  So you serve him 30 mintues and he OD'd off the shit\n  Thats the moral of the story when your greedy and you wicked but\n  your mind will never get it its a\n  sickness when you kill your own kind\n\n  Different names different sides but I can see it in your eyes that\n  you're just like me (That I'm) just like you\n  (you're) just like me (and I'm) just like you\n  Its up to you to decide how you're gonna change your life you're just\n  like me (and I'm) just like you\n  (you're) just like me (I'm) just like you\n\n  Youd rather throw your life away\n  On this gang banging shootin off your brother face\n  Or perhaps living in the fast lane\n  Selling drugs poising people brains\n  Its just a thought but dont stress it man\n  Just know that somebodys momma out there suffering\n  Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet\n  Fell victim from all these these gang shootin mm mmm\n  Man these niggas out here wallin\n  All the hooting and the hollin man youd\n  rather sell some powder instead tryin in college\n  Where is all the father figures either dead or locked in bondage\n  Ya tomorrow is never promised\n  My nigga ive been honest\n  Been away thug fast last of dying breed\n  All I do is press facts jack\n  Look the moral of the story is certain hearts will never feel it\n  Plus they mind is really twisted\n  Its a sickness when I kill my own kind\n\n  Different names different sides but I can see it in your eyes that\n  you're just like me (that I'm) just like you\n  (you're) just like me (and I'm) just like you\n  Its up to you to decide how you're gonna change your life you're just\n  like me (and I'm) just like you\n  (you're) just like me (I'm) just like you\n"}]