Текст песни Just Me - A.Deshawn

(That's A-Dot)
(Who?)
(You know A-Dot)
(Uh-uh)
(Yea the one that be rapping)
(Oh!)

Is you a gangsta
Nah nigga i just stick to the code
So you a thug
Nah nigga but my pistol is close
Oh you a hustla
Nah bitch but i can get me some dough
And while you watchin me you need to try to get ya some mo
Is you a killa
Nah nigga i just pack my gun
Is you a dealer
Nah but i can flip a pack like one
Oh you a rapper
Nah bitch but i can rap like one
Shit im just me hoe i aint never tried to act like nothin

Im just me
Nothin fake, nothin fabricated
Im just me
But you hate that i dont have to fake it
Im just me
A Dot yes you have to say it

Why you all up in my space hoe
Tryna place me in a role
Im an A hole
When you cant stay in ya place bro
Dont create no fables
I aint no caro
Who i was yesterday
Im that same nigga today hoe
Case closed
No imitations just plain ole
Same ol so and so
Only change is i changed clothes
Still draped in polo
Wit nikes or jays on
Fuck the waves
Grew the braids
My strap and some shades on
Rainy days but i shine
I dont change wit the times
Same way that i came in
The same way im dyin
Get some fame start lyin
Gang signs start flyin
Now ya chillin wit killas
Then snitch when facin hard time
Press record niggas slide
Go to war boys hide
Start showin whats inside
Not a heart nor a spine
His shit hard
So is mine
Identity verified
Nigga nobody discredit me
Check and read every line
In my rhymes
I always got my heat
Ask around where i reside
Always keep it G
I stayed quiet through any crimes
Never ran from no beef
Stood my ground every time
Name good in the streets
Everywhere i go im fine
Any hood in the east
Any block any side
I can pull up in peace
Niggas greet me wit pride
Gimme dap in the traps
Then the racks we divide
And i rep for east tex
Disrespect we gone ride

Im just me
Just me no make believe x4

It's bewildering witnessing niggas
Really living foul
Silly styles
Give a mission to a little child
When it aint in em to dish it out
And when they get in a crowd
Is when they get loud
And disappear when the shit go down
Innocent victims is gettin downed
No precision when spittin rounds
Think they gettin clout
For unloading a 100 clip in a house
And hit everybody except the right nigga wasnt round
How did we get to where we at now
Vietnam every town
Need a drum just to browse
And we numb to death and trials
Firearms is just as loud
But its just a regular sound
Or to see a young son stretching out
Another one he just got out
Ferguson prepped him how to
Correctly use his weaponry without em catching him
Goin back to corrections don't threaten him
So he steppin wild
Father will you help us out
Youngins get home and everybody gone
Ain't nobody there to question how
Well that they learning they lessons
Or if its somebody messin with em
He pick up the smith and wesson out
The dresser POW
He gun em down, at the school
Tragedy just a tactic for news to get views
Forget families that's bruised after losing their jewels
To the grave or a cell they in pain and confused
While these fools just scroll up to the next set of boobs

We a mess, its a wreck, disrespect those who check what we do
Keep protection, a vest, never sweat, keep you head on the move
We at war with ourselves, every set, east or west, every crew
Everybody got tools, they droppin bodies for views
I lost my patnas too soon