Kendrick Lamar – Not Like Us Lyrics

Not Like Us

Kendrick Lamar

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"Not Like Us." - Kendrick Lamar

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:44 pm

Album: Not Like Us - Single

Track No: 01

Psst, I see dead people
Mustard on the beat, ho
Aye, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo, any rap ****, he a free throw
Man down, call an amber lamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a **** to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass **** 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 ****
Certified Boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with them
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, ****?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, ****
Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird **** 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 ****'ll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The, "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy
**** better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
Might write this with a doctrine, 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, **** 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 **** like another line of Wock'
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, aye
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, aye
Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, aye
How many stocks do I really have in stock? aye
One, two, three, four, five plus five, aye
Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, aye
Freaky-ass **** need to stay they ass inside, aye
Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of za, aye
City is back up, it's a must, we outside, aye
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 using town folk to make them 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 **** challenge
You called Future when you didn't see the club (Aye, 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 (Aye, 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 ****, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass ****, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-ass ****, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass ****, 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

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Ray Charles, Sean Momberger, Dijon McFarlane & Mark Anthony Spears.

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