Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us (en) Lyrics
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Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy, 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 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 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 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
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 pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird niggas
and burnt 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 ball boy,
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 doctorate,
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
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' 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 (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
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
Are you my friend?
Are we locked in?
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