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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
BJ the Chicago Kid
BJ the Chicago Kid
Vocals
Kirk Knight
Kirk Knight
Vocals
The Roots
The Roots
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maureen Yancey
Maureen Yancey
Songwriter
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Palin
Adam Palin
Producer
J Dilla
J Dilla
Producer
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Nastee
Nastee
Mixing Engineer
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Mixing Engineer
The Roots
The Roots
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One time (For a **** like, for a **** like me)
What's the word, what's the word, what's the word?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (**** like me, with the word)
Yo, yo, turn me up on the headphones (For a **** like me)
Two times
Twist herb, twist the herb, twist the herb
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
(For a ****, for a **** like me, like)
Yo
[Verse 2]
If looks could kill, I let the swank drill, like a deadly weapon
I drop bombs on an enemy at any second, uh
Look at wrong, I turn you to tombstone
Lock you in the crosshairs and you're gone, then I throw my deuce up
Sip sangritas with your seƱorita, like, me gusta
See what that early morning cock'll do up to your rooster
I bet my cockiness'll boost her confidence
Then you gon' wonder where your highness went, I bet she get
[Verse 3]
Low for a **** like me
She get low for a **** like me
But she get low for a **** like me
Low for a **** like me
[Verse 4]
So we burn the Mary Jane to the third degree
Some **** bitin' flows, yo, that's burglary
Same **** actin' like they never heard of me
A fucked **** could get clocked, yo, that's word to me
[Verse 5]
He get blowed for a **** like me
(Blowed for a **** like me)
Get his head exposed for a **** like me
(Exposed for a **** like me)
Put him on the floor for a **** like me
(Floored for a **** like me)
[Verse 6]
Yo, my mind boggles when time toggles
In the ocean of stars, it's hard to find goggles, we twisted up
So we put it in the air, don't let the J's start unravellin'
We gettin' blown like a javelin
Show throw it back like she time travellin'
Rocked the boat so well, she jumped out and started paddlin'
I'm screamin', "Land ho," 'bout to hit fo sho (Sho)
I motorboat it slow, then I rip the flow
I'm pretty sure, like nice beaches that
Even at my weakest, I still leave 'em speechless
How you like those peaches? Find me rottin' an apple
'Bout to bump so plump, 'bout to lock in the grapple
Feelin' like the highest man, about to tackle
Facts like the tat under the cap of the Snapple
Cats get decapitated for actin' a fool
Blacks get they ass sprayed just for makin' a move
[Verse 7]
We get high and say, "Fuck the police"
That's why we get high and say, "Fuck the police"
That's why we get high and say, "Fuck the police"
Yo
[Verse 8]
'Cause every time I make a move, they be sweatin' me
They want another black man in penitentiary
It's even hard for that man standin' next to me
'Cause he can catch a bullet that was really meant for me
It's like every step bring me close to destiny
And every breath, I get closer to the death of me
I'm just tryna carry out my own legacy
But the place I call home ain't lettin' me
[Verse 9]
'Cause you can't get by if you don't respect a OG
You can't get by if you don't respect a OG (Respect a OG)
You can't get by if you don't respect a OG
(Respect, respect, respect)
[Verse 10]
'Cause every corner I turn, a **** testin' me (Testin' me)
And every morning I mourn, just for the less of me (Less of me)
Sometimes I ask the Lord, why he be blessin' me (Blessin' me)
And not my brothers whose souls now rest in peace? (Rest in peace)
[Verse 11]
I pray there's hope for a **** like me (Like me)
Hope for a **** like me (Like me)
Just pray there's hope for a **** like me
(Hope for a **** like me)
[Verse 12]
I'm somethin' like the chairman of the board, rantin'
I feel invincible, like McMahon
One of the last original emcees that's left standin' on the planet
Strike like a meteor, do remedial damage, damn it
Cats can't stand it, get they ass handed and branded
By the lyrical New York City bandit
True warrior like Rembrandt
Yo, some cats claim they fly, but really been landed
I really can't stand it (Yo), let me take a seat
This where Rosa Parks, her bum, now, make some room for me
PE in your beeper, hon, you can read it and weep
My old hoes call me now, leave the message at the beep
No, I don't wanna speak, oh, I don't wanna speak
(I don't wanna speak)
I don't wanna speak, no, I don't wanna speak
(I don't wanna speak)
I just wanna be, girl, I just wanna be
(I just wanna be free) I just wanna be free
[Verse 13]
I pray there's hope for a **** like me
I pray there's hope for a **** like me
(Hope for a **** like me)
I pray there's hope for a **** like me
(Hope for a **** like me, for a **** like me) Yeah
(I pray there's hope for a **** like me) East
(Hope for a **** like me) From the east
(Hope for a **** like, hope for a **** like) Westside
(Hope for a **** like me)
(Hope for a **** like, hope for a **** like me)
Compton to Bed-Stuy
(Hope for a **** like me) Touchdowns
(Hope for a **** like me) Shut you down
(Hope for a **** like me)
(Like me, like me)
Written by: Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Maureen Yancey
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