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Psst I see dead people (Mustard on the beat ho)
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 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
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 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 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 I`ma send it up to Pac ayy Put the wrong label on me I`ma 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 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
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 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 helped 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 Mm-mm 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
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