Not Like Us

Psst, I see dead people
Mustard on the beat, ho

Ay, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him: breathe, bro
Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton
The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got, I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watching
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party playing with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around
Certified Lover Boy, certified pedophiles
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trolling like a bitch, ain't you tired
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga
Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretending
What is the owl, bird niggas and bird bitches, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
Ain't that something, B-Rad stands for bitch
And you Malibu most wanted
Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or something
Since 2009, I had this bitch jumping
You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for, the other vaginal option, pussy
Nigga better straighten they posture
Got famous all up in Compton
Might write this for the doctorate
Tell the pop star: quit hiding
Fuck a caption, want action, no accident
And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished
Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's conniving
Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizing
I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena
And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ay
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ay
Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ay
How many stocks do I really have in stock, ay
One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ay
Devil is a lie, he a sixty-nine God, ay
Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ay
Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ay
City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ay

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
Homie still doubled down calling us some slaves
Atlanta was the Mecca, building railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game
The settlers was using townfolk to make 'em richer
Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda
You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge
You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ay, what)
Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What)
21 gave you false street cred
Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ay, what)
Quavo said you can be from Northside (What)
2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
No, you not a colleague, you a fucking colonizer
The family matter and the truth of the matter
It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

Mmm
Mmm
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mmm)
He a fan, he a fan, he a ...
Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-nine God
Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-nine God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-nine God
Freaky-ass nigga, he a sixty-nine God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Let me hear you say: OV-ho (OV-ho)
Say: OV-ho (OV-ho)
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way

Are you my friend
Are we locked in
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way