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Psst, I see dead people
Mustard on the beat, h*
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Aye, Mustard on the beat, h*
Deebo any rap, n***a, he a free throw
Man down
Call an ambulance, tell him, “Breath, bro”
Nail a n***a to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What’s up with these jabroni a** n***as 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
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Beat your a*s and hide the Bible if God watchin’
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n***as
Certified boogeyman, I’m the one they up the score with ’em
Walk him down, whole time I know he got some h* in him
Pole on him, extort s**t, bully the ’fro on him
Say Drake, I hear you like ’em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any b***h that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your little sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
Then party at the party playin’ with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Certified lover boy, certified pedophile
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot f**k ’em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I’ma do my stuff
Why he trollin’ like a b***h? Ain’t you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it’s probably A-Minorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
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, n***a?
I think that Oakland show gon’ be your last stop, n***a
Did Cole foul, I don’t know why you still pretending
What is the owl? Bird n***as and bird b**ches, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want, hey Drake, they not slow
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
Ain’t that something, B stand for b***h and you Malibu most wanted
Ain’t no law, you’re a ball boy, fetch Gatorade or something
Since 2009, I had this b***h jumping
You n***as get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The other vaginal option? P***y
N***a better straighten they posture
Got famous all up in Compton
Might write this for the doctrine
Tell the pop star, “Quit hiding”
F**k a caption, want action
No accident and I’m hands-on, he f**k around and get polished
F**ked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that’s conniving
Then get his face tatted like a b***h apologizin’
I’m glad D-Rose came home, y’all didn’t deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central, n***a better not speak on Serena
And your homeboy need subpoena
That predators move in flocks
That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you n***as like another line of Wock
Yeah, it’s all eyes on me and I’m a send it up to ’Pac
Aye, put the whole label on me, I’ma get him dropped
Aye, sweet chin music and I won’t pass the aux, aye
How many stocks do I really have in stock? Aye
One, two, three, four, five, plus five, aye
Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, aye
Freaky a*s n***as need to stay they a*s inside, aye
Throw they a*s up like a fresh pack of za, aye
City is back up, it’s a must we outside, aye
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They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
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
Homie still double down callin’ us some slaves
Atlanta was the Mecca, building 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 n***a challenge
You called Future when you didn’t see the club
Lil Baby help you get your lingo up
21 gave you false street cred
Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head
Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?)
2Chainz 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 plans to show you the liar
Mmm, Mmhmm
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan, hmm
He a fan, he a fan, he a
Freaky-a*s n***a, he a 69 God
Freaky-a*s n***a, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-a*s n***a, he a 69 God
Freaky-a*s n***a, 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-H*
OV-H*
Say, OV-H*
OV-H*
Then step this way
Step that way
Then step this way
Step that way
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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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Song By Kendrick Lamar
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