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Kendrick Lamar – Not Like Us (Drake Diss) LYRICS

Not Like Us (Drake Diss) Lyrics By Kendrick Lamar

Not Like Us (Drake Diss) Lyrics By Kendrick Lamar

Pssst, I see dead people Nothing on that beat, no Ayy, monster on the beat, ho-dee-bo Any rap nigga, he a freak, throw man down
Call out Ember Lambs, tell him breathe bro Nella nigga to the cross, he walk around like T-Zo What’s up with these jabroni ass niggas tryna see Compton? They 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 yo ass and hot the Bible if God watchin’ Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified buggy man, I’m the one that up to score with em
Walkin’ down the whole time, I know he got some hoe in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully the flow on him Say Drake, I hear you like I’m young You better not have her go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to em and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil’ sister from em They tell me Chubb’s 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 That fucker, he a freak, throw him out the door Fuck him 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 bae gon’ let you disrespect pop nigga?
I think that Oakland show gon’ be your last stop nigga They cold foul, 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-Rest, that’s for bitchin’ You Malibu most want it, 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 boxes
Or over your foe The other vaginal option? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture Got famous all up in content Might write this with a doctrine Tell the pop star quit hidin’ Fuck a caption, won’t action No accident, I’m hands-on He fuck around, get polished
Fucked on Wayne, girl, I hear ya He was in jail, that’s conniving Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin’ I’m glad D. Rose came home, y’all didn’t deserve him neither From Alonja down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena That predator movin’ flocks
That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line to walk Yeah, it’s all eyes on me and I’ma send it up the pock Put the wrong label on me, I’ma get them dropped Sweet chin music and I won’t pass the ox
How many stocks do I really have in stock? One, two, three, four, five, plus five Devil is a lie, he a 69 god Freaky-ass niggas need to stay the ass inside Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of Zahn
City is back up, it’s a must, we outside They not like us
Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homies still double down, callin’ up 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 2020
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 call Future when you didn’t see the club Lil Baby help you get your lingo up
Twenty-one, get your 4th Street cred Thug makes you feel like you a slime in your head Craybo said you can be from Northside 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 Here 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
Let me hear you say, ovi-ho
Ovi-ho Say, O-V-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

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