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Not Alike
- I don't do Jordans and Audemars
- I do explosions and Molotovs
- Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
- I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
- Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me (What up?)
- I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy
- I don't gotta hire goons
- I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
- The sky's blue, the tires new
- The Maserati white and cool like G Eazy
- Why these dudes tryna figure out
- How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
- I'm confused tryna figure out
- How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G (Woo!)
- Everybody doin' chick joints
- Prolly rob these little dudes at fist point
- 'Member everybody used to bite Nickel
- Now everybody doin' Bitcoin
- We don't got nothin' in common (No)
- We don't got nothin' in common (No)
- Y'all into stuff like doubled up Styrofoam cups
- On 'em uppers and downers (Woo)
- I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
- Find me a brother who's solid
- To count this shit up and then bust this shit down
- When the cops hit us up, we can flush this shit down
- We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
- Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follow or
- Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
- Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a produc' of politics
- Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
- To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
- Knowledge is power, but powerless
- If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it
- Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
- Hirin' strippers, prostitute retirin'
- We can spit it for your advance
- I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
- You say you affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy)
- The people you run with are thuggin' (Gang)
- But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang)
- Like you was gonna do somethin'
- Actin' like you catchin' bodies (Ayy)
- And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'
- You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
- Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin' (Ah)
- Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew)
- And gat's cocked, your partners better tool up
- This has not to do with muscular
- But have guns for sure, you better put a
- Strap on, other words if you're a Gunner
- Roll up with your (Gang!) you gon' need an Arsenal
- 'Cause this bar is over your head
- So you better—*gun cock*—have arms if you're gonna pull up (Skrrt)
- Oh, you run the streets, huh?
- Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
- This little cock sucker, he must be feelin' himself
- He wants to keep up his tough demeanour
- So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na (Yeah)
- But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
- If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
- And I'm talkin' to you
- But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
- I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak diss
- But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
- I keep on telling motherfuckers
- But, just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly
- I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
- Like a fuckin' cocked semi Glock Demigod
- Let me put a fuckin' silence on this little
- Non threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
- You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
- Obviously, I'm not getting through
- We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma
- Heavy artille—ry (Yeah! Uh!), Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
- With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
- Only time you'll ever say I lost
- You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
- Just to try to get me off of ya
- Better hope I don't call Trick Trick
- Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
- Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
- Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
- That I'd be the most hated, though made it
- So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it
- 'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow legged ho
- But now those days are over
- I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hangin' open
- My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
- I fuck the whole world then I throw 'way the Trojan
- Old lederhosen with home made explosives
- I'll blow eighty holes in you
- Don't make me go in, I O. J. the flows
- And I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
- I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
- As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
- A double edge sword, it cuts both ways, I poke and
- I stick and I turn in a rotating motion
- Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
- Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimum
- I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals
- I'm a fuckin' invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
- A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
- That you bitches fuckin' with, the original
- I consider me and Nickel identical ('Dentical)—but not us
- The only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you suck
- Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
- None come close to skunk, bug, soldier
- Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
- Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
- Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
- Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster (Yeah)
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