Lyrics Not Like Us - Kendrick Lamar
Psst,
I
see
dead
people
(Mustard
on
the
beat,
hoe)
Ayy,
Mustard
on
the
beat,
hoe
Deebo,
any
rap
nigga,
he
a
free
throw
Man
down,
call
an
ambulance,
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
watchin'
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
hoe
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,
playin'
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
trollin'
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
fouI,
I
don't
know
why
you
still
pretendin'
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
somethin'?
B-Rad
stands
for
bitch
And
you
Malibu
most
wanted
Ain't
no
law,
boy,
you
ballboy,
fetch
Gatorade
or
somethin'
Since
2009,
I
had
this
bitch
jumpin'
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
docket,
tell
the
pop
star,
"Quit
hidin'"
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
connivin'
Then
get
his
face
tatted
like
a
bitch
apologizin'
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,
ayy
Put
the
wrong
label
on
me,
I'ma
get
'em
dropped,
ayy
Sweet
Chin
Music,
and
I
won't
pass
the
aux,
ayy
How
many
stocks
do
I
really
have
in
stock?
Ayy
One,
two,
three,
four,
five,
plus
five,
ayy
Devil
is
a
lie,
he
a
69
God,
ayy
Freaky-ass
niggas
need
to
stay
they
ass
inside,
ayy
Roll
they
ass
up
like
a
fresh
pack
of
'za,
ayy
City
is
back
up,
it's
a
must,
we
outside,
ayy
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
callin'
us
some
slaves
Atlanta
was
the
Mecca,
buildin'
railroads
and
trains
Bear
with
me
for
a
second,
let
me
put
y'all
on
game
The
settlers
was
usin'
town
folk
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
(ayy,
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
(ayy,
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
fuckin'
colonizer
The
family
matter,
and
the
truth
of
the
matter
It
was
God's
plan
to
show
y'all
the
liar
Mm
Mm-mm
He
a
fan,
he
a
fan,
he
a
fan
(mm)
He
a
fan,
he
a
fan,
he
a-
Freaky-ass
nigga,
he
a
69
God
Freaky-ass
nigga,
he
a
69
God
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hey,
run
for
your
life
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hey,
run
for
your
life
Freaky-ass
nigga,
he
a
69
God
Freaky-ass
nigga,
he
a
69
God
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hey,
run
for
your
life
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hey,
run
for
your
life
Let
me
hear
you
say,
"OV-hoe"
(OV-hoe)
Say,
"OV-hoe"
(OV-hoe)
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
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