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not like us (mixed) [afrobeats to the world] - kendrick lamar lyrics

[verse 1]
ayy, mustard on the beat, ho
deebo any rap n*gga, he a free throw
man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, ”breathe, bro”
nail a n*gga to the cross, he walk around like t**zo
what’s up with these jabroni*ass n*ggas tryna see compton?
the industry can hate me, f*ck ’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 n*ggas
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 sh*t, bully death row on him
say, drake, i hear you likе ’em young
you better not еver go to cell block one
to any b*tch 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*ck ’em up
wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, i’ma do my stuff
why you trollin’ like a b*tch? ain’t you tired?
tryna strike a chord and it’s probably a minor
[chorus]
they not like us, they not like us, they not like us
they not like us, they not like us, they not like us

[verse 2]
you think the bay gon’ let you disrespect pac, n*gga?
i think that oakland show gon’ be your last stop, n*gga
did cole foul, i don’t know why you still pretendin’
what is the owl? bird n*ggas and burnt b*tches, 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 b*tch and you malibu most wanted
ain’t no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch gatorade or somethin’
since 2009, i had this b*tch jumpin’
you n*ggas’ll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
what ovo for? the “other v*g*n*l option”? p*ssy
n*gga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in compton
might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin’
f*ck a caption, want action, no accident
and i’m hands*on, he f*ck around, get polished
f*cked on wayne girl while he was in jail, that’s connivin’
then get his face tatted like a b*tch apologizin’
i’m glad deroz’ came home, y’all didn’t deserve him neither
from alondra down to central, n*gga better not speak on serena

- kendrick lamar lyrics

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