Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us lyrics

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
F**k '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, f**k '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 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'
F**k a caption, want action, no accident
And I'm hands-on, he f**k around
Get polished
F**ked 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' 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 f**kin' 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-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