It's Like I'm You - Defari

It’s like I’m you

It’s like I’m you

Looks like we on

Twist your two middle fingers up, throw the West up

Got two sets left, push, fill my chest up

If I pull, pull, pull, I can build my back up

And I pull pull pull that thang, you’ll back up

Niggas can’t control they chick, she act up

Cold part is both him and the bitch get smacked up

I got more bounce, I’m Roger, I’m Zapp-ed up

I, tap the bottle and twist the cap off

I, shoot the long range 3, Paul George

Had a bad ass look with me and I called yours

No, stranger to danger and long tours

Everything I gave, I gave it, it’s all yours

And he said that they paid him, it’s all good

And she said, he paid her, so it’s all good

Let the festivities start, we fell through

This shit pump hard in the car, yeah it do

It’s like I’m you

It’s like I’m you

Looks like we on

I came out my mama, told the doctor, «What's really?»

Had a fade that lasted two weeks once from West Philly

I remember all the big ass jerseys, I looked silly

And I was still gettin' money and pussy, and that kills me

The elbow ziplock zones were so baggy

Those were the days, Archie Bunker, All in the Family

Space weed always flowed in Southern Cali

And me?

I was blowed over the deal off in the Valley

Those that heard of me, they know I’m from that Likwit fraternity

Reppin' Likwit 'til eternity

Picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Real L.A. nigga, no sympathizer vision

For my mama, see the future, fuck the commas

Stay out the way of the… drama

Got me thinkin' down Lincoln while I’m sinkin' in the driver’s

Blowin' smoke quietly

It’s like I’m you

It’s like I’m you

Look like we on

It’s like I’m you

It’s like I’m you

Look like we on