Karaoké Not Like Us Kendrick Lamar

Psst

I see dead people

Ayy

Mustard on the beat ho

Deebo any rap nigga

He a free throw

Man down, call an 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 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 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 Death Row 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

Imma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch

Ain't you tired

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

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 pretendin'

What is the owl

Bird niggas and bird 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 two thousand and nine

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 for the doctorate

Tell the pop star Quit hidin'

Fuck a caption, want action

No accident and I'm hands-on

He fuck around, 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 homeboy 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 Imma send it up to Pac ayy

Put the wrong label on me

Imma get 'em 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 sixty-nine 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

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

They not like us

Once upon a time all of us was in chains

Homie still doubled 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' townfolk to make 'em richer

Fast-forward twenty twenty-four 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

Lil Baby helped 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

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

Mmh

Mmh mmh

He a fan, he a fan, he a fan

He a fan, he a fan, he a

Freaky-ass nigga

He a sixty-nine God

Freaky-ass nigga

He a sixty-nine God

Hey hey hey hey

Run for your life

Hey hey hey hey

Run for your life

Freaky-ass nigga

He a sixty-nine God

Freaky-ass nigga

He a sixty-nine God

Hey hey hey hey

Run for your life

Hey hey hey hey

Run for your life

Let me hear you say OV-ho

Say 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