LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeNot Like Us (Versão Clipe)
I am reincarnatedI was stargazin', life goes onI need all my babies (Gyah-gyah)Woke up looking for the broccoli, high-keyKeep a horn on me, that KamasiI. P. ownership, the blueprint is by meMr. Get Off, I get off at my feetWhat's the password?I see dead peopleYou're lateMustard on the beat, hoAyy, Mustard on the beat, hoDeebo, any rap nigga, he a free throwMan down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like TeezoWhat's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mamaHow many opps you really got?I mean, it's too many optionsI'm finna pass on this body, I'm John StocktonBeat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggasCertified boogeymanI'm the one that up the score with 'emWalk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in himPole on him, extort shit, bullyDeath Row on himSay, Drake, I hear you like 'em youngYou better not ever go to cell block oneTo any bitch that talk to him and they in loveJust make sure you hide your lil' sister from himThey tell me Chubbs the only one thatGet your hand-me-downsAnd Party at the party, playin' with his nose nowAnd Baka got a weird case, why is he around?Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophilesWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em upWop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuffWhy you trollin' like a bitch?Ain't you tired?Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-MinorThey not like us, they not like us, they not like usThey not like us, they not like us, they not like usYou think the BayGon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, niggaDid Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'What is the owl?Bird niggas and burnt bitches, goThe audience not dumbShape the stories how you wantHey, Drake, they're not slowRabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promiseAin't that somethin'?B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wantedAin't no law boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'You niggas'll get a wedgieBe flipped over your boxersWhat OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? PussyNigga better straighten they postureGot famous all up in ComptonMight write this with a doctrineTell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"Fuck a caption, want action, no accidentAnd I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polishedFucked on Wayne girl while he was in jailThat's connivin'Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'I'm glad DeRoz' came homeY'all didn't deserve him neitherFrom Alondra down to CentralNigga better not speak on SerenaAnd your home boy need subpoenaThat predator move in flocksThat name gotta be registeredAnd placed on neighborhood watchI lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayyPut the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayySweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayyHow many stocks do I really have in stock? AyyOne, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayyDevil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayyFreaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayyRoll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayyCity is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayyThey not like us, they not like us, they not like usThey not like us, they not like us, they not like usOnce upon a time, all of us was in chainsHomie still doubled down callin' us some slavesAtlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trainsBear with me for a secondLet me put y'all on gameThe settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richerFast-forward, 2024, you got the same agendaYou run to Atlanta when you need a check balanceLet me break it down for youThis the real nigga challengeYou called FutureWhen you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?)21 gave you false street credThug made you feelLike you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?)Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?)2 Chainz say you good, but he liedYou run to Atlanta when you need a few dollarsNo, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizerThe family matter, and the truth of the matterIt was God's plan to show y'all the liarHe a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)He a fan, he a fan, he a—Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 GodFreaky-ass nigga, he a 69 GodHey, hey, hey, hey, run for your lifeHey, hey, hey, hey, run for your lifeFreaky-ass nigga, he a 69 GodFreaky-ass nigga, he a 69 GodHey, hey, hey, hey, run for your lifeHey, hey, hey, hey, run for your lifeLet me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)Then step this way, step that wayThen step this way, step that wayAre you my friend?Are we locked in?Then step this way, step that wayThen step this way, step that wayAre you my friend?Are we locked in?Then step this way, step that wayThen step this way, step that wayNow, y'all wanna do it again? (Yeah)Y'all gotta do one thing, back up
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