Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap nigg*, he a free
throw
Man down, call an amberlamps,
tell him, Breathe, bro
Nail a nigg* to the cross, he
walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-
ass tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, fck
'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 as s 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 'em
Walk him down, whole time, I
know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort sh*t, bully
Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em
young
You better not ever go to cell
block one
To any b*tch 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
ped*philes
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot,
fk 'em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop,
I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a b*tch?
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, nigg*?
I think that Oakland show gon'
be your last stop, nigg*
Did Cole foul, I don't know why
you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird
and burnt girls, 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 b*tch and you Malibu
most wanted
Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy,
fetch Gatorade or somethin'
Since 2009, I had this b*tch
jumpin'
You 'll get a wedgie, be
flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The Other
Vaginal Option? pus*y
nigg* better straighten they
posture, got famous all up in
Compton
Might write this for the
doctorate, tell the pop star quit
hidin'
fk a caption, want action, no
accident
And I'm hands-on, he fck
around, get polished
fked on Wayne girl while he
was in jail, that's connivin'
Then get his face tatted like a
b*tch apologizin'
I'm glad DeRoz' came home,
y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central,
nigg* 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 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 need to stay
they as s inside, ayy
Roll they as s up like a fresh
pack of 'za, ayy
City is back up, it's a must, we
outside, ayy
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
[Bridge]
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 nigg* 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
fkin' 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 nigg*, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass nigg*, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your
life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your
life
Freaky-ass nigg*, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass nigg*, 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
[Outro]
Are you my friend?
Are we locked in?
Then step this way, step that
way
Then step this way, step that
way