Psst, I see dead people
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(Mustard on the beat, ho)
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Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
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Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw
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Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
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Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
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What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?
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The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
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How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
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I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
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Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
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Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
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Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
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Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him
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Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him
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Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
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You better not ever go to cell block one
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To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
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Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
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They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
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And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
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And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
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Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
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Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up
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Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
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Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
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Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor
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They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
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They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
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You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?
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I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga
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Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'
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What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go
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The audience not dumb
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Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
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Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
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Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted
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Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'
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Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'
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You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
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What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy
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Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
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Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin'
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Fuck a caption, want action, no accident
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And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished
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Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'
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Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'
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I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
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From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena
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And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
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That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
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I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
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Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
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Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
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Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy
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How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy
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One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
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Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
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Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy
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Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
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City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy
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They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
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They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
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Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
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Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves
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Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains
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Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game
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The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer
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Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda
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You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
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Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge
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You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)
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Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?)
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21 gave you false street cred
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Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?)
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Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?)
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2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
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You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
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No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer
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The family matter and the truth for the matter
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It was God's plan to show y'all the liar
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Mm
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Mm-mm
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He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)
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He a fan, he a fan, he a
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Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
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Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
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Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
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Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
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Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
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Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
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Then step this way, step that way
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Then step this way, step that way
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Are you my friend?
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Are we locked in?
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Then step this way, step that way
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Then step this way, step that way
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Not Like Us
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| Kendrick Lamar |
