Not Like Us - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)

Lyrics by：Kendrick Lamar

Composed by：Kendrick Lamar

Produced by：Mustard

Psst I see dead people

Mustard on the beat ho

Ayy Mustard on the beat ho

Deebo any rap he a free throw

Man down call an amberlamps tell him "Breathe bro"

Nail a to the cross he walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-a*s tryna see Compton

The industry can hate me **** '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 a*s and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show

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 **** bully Death Row on him

Say Drake I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any ***** 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 **** 'em up

Wop wop wop wop wop I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a *****

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

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop

Did Cole foul I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl

Bird and burnt ******* 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 *****

And you Malibu most wanted

Ain't no law boy you ballboy fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009 I had this ***** jumpin'

You get a wedgie be flipped over your boxers

What OVO for

The "Other Vaginal Option"

P***y

Better straighten they posture got famous all up in Compton

Might write this with a doctrine tell the pop star "Quit hidin'"

**** a caption want action no accident and I'm hands-on

He **** around get polished

****** on Wayne girl while he was in jail that's connivin'

Then get his face tatted like a ***** apologizin'

I'm glad DeRoz' came home y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Alondra down to Central better not speak on Serena

And your home boy need subpoena that predator move in flocks

That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch

I lean on you 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-a*s need to stay they a*s inside ayy

Roll they a*s 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 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 ******* 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-a*s he a 69 God

Freaky-a*s he a 69 God

Hey hey hey hey run for your life

Hey hey hey hey run for your life

Freaky-a*s he a 69 God

Freaky-a*s 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