Brainrot - Not Like Us
Not Like Us Song by Kendrick Lamar, Mustard, and Sounwave
Brainrot
Psst, I spy ghosties in the mist (Mustard on the mix, yo) Ayy, Mustard on the mix, yo Deebo, any rhymer, he's an alley-oopster Man down, dial an amberglow, tell him, "Breathe, dawg" Nail a cat to the cross, he struts like a peacock What's the 411 on these wannabe-gangstas eyeing Compton? The industry can roast me, flip 'em all and their mamas How many foes you really got? I mean, it's a smorgasbord I'm 'bout to ghost this bod, I'm John Stockton Whip your back and stash the Good Book if the Big Guy's peeping Sometimes you gotta pop the hood and show 'em Certified spookmaster, I'm the one that ups the ante Drag him down, the whole nine, I know he's got some jive in him Pole on him, strong-arm stuff, bully, Death Row's got him in a headlock Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em tender You better not ever roll to the big house To any lady that's sweet on him and they're in deep Just make sure you stash your little sis from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that gets your hand-me-downs And at the shindig, at the rave, playing with his proboscis now And Baka's got a strange case, why is he hangin' 'round? Certified Lover Boy? Certified creepers Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, mess 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my thang Why you lurking like a lurkster? Ain't you pooped? Tryna strike a note 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 diss Pac, cat? I think that Oakland gig gon' be your last lap, cat Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still frontin' What is the owl? Bird peeps and bird chicas, vamoose The crowd ain't dense Craft the tales how you wanna Hey, Drake, they're not snoozing Rabbit hole's still deep, I can dig deeper, I swear Ain't that a kicker? B-Rad stands for birdbrain And you Malibu's most sought Ain't no rules, boy, you ballboy, fetch me a Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this track bumpin' You peeps'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your drawers What OVO for? The "Other Vocal Option"? Feline Cat better square up their stance, got famous all up in Compton Might pen this for the court, tell the pop star, "Quit skulking" Ditch the caption, want action, no faux pas, and I'm hands-on He messes around, get buffed Messed on Wayne's lady while he was in the clink, that's slick Then got his mug etched like a sissy apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't rate him neither From Alondra down to Central, cat better not chirp on Serena And your homeboy need a subpoena, that predator moves in flocks That name gotta be logged and slapped on the neighborhood watch I lean on you peeps like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Stick the wrong tag on me, I'ma get 'em sacked, ayy Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really own in the stockade? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil's a fibber, he's a 69 G.O.A.T, ayy Weird-ass peeps need to keep their caboose indoors, ayy Roll their caboose up like a fresh pack of 'Za, ayy Town's back up, it's a must, we're out and about, 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 shackles Homie still doubled down callin' us some thralls Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a tick, let me put y'all on blast The settlers was usin' townies to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same scheme You jet to Atlanta when you need a cash advance Let me break it down for you, this the real cat challenge You called Future when you didn't spot the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you bogus street cred Thug made you feel like you a slither in your noggin (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You jet to Atlanta when you need a few simoleons No, you not a comrade, you a damn colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mhm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a Weird-ass cat, he's a 69 G.O.A.T Weird-ass cat, he's a 69 G.O.A.T Hey, hey, hey, hey, scat for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, scat for your life Weird-ass cat, he's a 69 G.O.A.T Weird-ass cat, he's a 69 G.O.A.T Hey, hey, hey, hey, scat for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, scat for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step lively, step lively Then step lively, step lively Are you my amigo? Are we locked in? Then step lively, step lively Then step lively, step lively
Lyrics
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 foul, 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 ballboy, 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 docket, 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' 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 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 Mhm 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 Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Kendrick Lamar Duckworth Not Like Us lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC