Kendrick Lamar 'Not Like Us' Lyrics ( Kendrick Lamar calls out Drake in new diss track )

 

Kendrick Lamar was born on June 17, 1987, is an American rapper and songwriter. Often regarded as one of the greatest rappers of all time, he is the only musician outside of the classical and jazz genres to be awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Music. His inclusion of social commentary and political criticism in his songwriting has influenced a rise in social conscience within his generation.

Kendrick Lamar 'Not Like Us' Lyrics

[Intro]

Psst, I see dead people

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

 

[Verse 1]

Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho

Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw

Man down, call a 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, fuck 'em all and they momma

How many opps you really got? I mean it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

 

[Verse 2]

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 the 'fro 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, fuck '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

[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

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[Verse 3]

You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga

Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretending

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 with the doctrine

Tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"

Fuck a caption, want action

No accident, and I'm hands-on

He fuck around and get polished

Fucked 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 home boy 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 whole label on me, I'ma get him 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

[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 4]

Once upon a time, all of us was in chains

Homie still double 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-nigga challenge

You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)

Lil Baby help 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 fuckin' colonizer

The family matter, and the truth of the matter

It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

 

Mm, mmm

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