Tonart: B minor•
Intro 1
Psst, I see dead people
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(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Verse 1
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Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Em
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Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw
Em
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Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him,
"Breathe, bro"
Em
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Nail a nigga to the cross,
walk around like Teezo
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Em
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What's up with these jabroni- ass niggas
tryna see Compton?
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The industry can hate me,
fuck 'em all and they mama
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How many opps you really got?
I mean, it's too many options
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I'm finna pass on this body,
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Beat your ass and hide the
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Bible if God watchin'
Verse 2
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Sometimes you gotta pop out
and show niggas
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Certified boogeyman, I'm the one
that up the score with 'em
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Walk him down, whole time,
I know he got some ho in him
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Pole on him, ex tort shit, bully,
Death Row on him
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Say, Drake, I hear
you like 'em young
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You better not ever go to cell block one
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To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
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Just make sure you hide
your lil' sister from him
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They tell me Chubbs the only one
that get your hand-me-downs
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And Party at the party playin'
with his nose now
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And Baka got a weird case,
why is he around?
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Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
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Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop,
Dot, fuck 'em up
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Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop,
I'ma do do my stuff
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Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
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Tryna strike a chord and it's probably
A minor
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Chorus 1
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They not like us,
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they not like us, they not like us
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They not like us,
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they not like us, they not like us
Verse 3
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You think the Bay gon' let you
disrespect Pac, nigga?
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I think that Oakland show gon' be
your last stop, nigga
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Did Cole fouI, I don't know why
you still pretendin'
Em
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What is the owl? Bird niggas
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and bird bitches, go
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The audience not dumb
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Shape the stories how you want
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Hey, Drake, they're not slow
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Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further,
I promise
Ain't that somethin'? B- rad, that's for bitch
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And you Malibu most wanted
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Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy,
fetch Gatorade or somethin'
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Since 2009,
I had this bitch jumpin'
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You niggas'll get a wedgie,
be flipped over your boxers
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What OV O for?
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The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy
Nigga better straighten they posture,
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got famous all up in Compton
Might write this for the doctorate,
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tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"
Fuck a caption, want action,
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And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get
Bridge 1
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(polished) Fucked on Wayne girl
while he was in jail, that's connivin'
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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,
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nigga better not speak on Serena
And your homeboy need subpoena,
that predator move in flocks
That name gotta be registered
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and placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
Verse 4
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to
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(Pac, ayy) Put the wrong label on me,
I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
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Sweet Chin Music
and I won't pass the aux, ayy
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How many stocks
do I really have in stock? Ayy
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One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
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Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
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Freaky- ass niggas
need to stay they ass inside, ayy
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Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
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City is back up, it's a must,
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we outside, ayy
Chorus 2
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They not like us,
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they not like us, they not like us
Em
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They not like us,
Em
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they not like us, they not like us
Verse 5
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Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
Homie still doubled down
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callin' us some slaves
Atlanta was the Mecca,
buildin' railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second,
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let me put y'all on game
The settlers was usin' townfolk
to make 'em richer
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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,
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this the real nigga challenge
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You called Future
when you didn't see the club
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Ayy, what, li'l Baby,
helped you get your lingo up
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21 gave you false street cred
Em
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Thug made you feel
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like you a slime in your head
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Ayy, what, Quavo said
you can be from Northside
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What, 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
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You run to Atlanta
when you need a few dollars
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No, you not a colleague,
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you a fuckin' colonizer
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The family matter and the truth of the matter
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It was God's plan to show y'all the
Verse 6
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(liar) Mm,
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mm-mm
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He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm)
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He a fan, he a fan, he a
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Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
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Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
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Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for...
Verse 7
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Let me hear you say, "OV- ho" (OV-ho)
Em
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Say, "OV- ho" (OV-ho)
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Then step this way, step that way
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Then step this way, step that way
Are we locked in?
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Then step this way, step that way
Outro 1
Then step this way, step that way
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