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
[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