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LETRA
Not Alike Tay Keith, f*** these niggas up! Yeah Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Maybach, my bach Trainwrecks, sidewalks Pay less, high-tops K-Fed, iHop Playtex, ice spots That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Up on this mic, when we're on it That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!) 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 I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy I don't gotta hire goons I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely The sky is blue, the tie is new The Masarati white and cool like G-Eazy While these dudes tryna figure out How to do a freestyle as fly as me I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Capri styles and Mya G Everybody doin' chick joints Probably rob these little dudes at fist point Remember 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 in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!) I'm into stuff like doublin' commas Find me a brother who's solid To count the shit up and then bust the shit down When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down We can not give a f***, shit, a fuckin' colonic Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff Now you're slippin', call it a power trip, a product 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 got it and you do not acknowledge it Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin' We can spit it for ya it vans I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants You niggas— Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Maybach, my bach Trainwrecks, sidewalks Pay less, high-tops K-Fed, iHop Playtex, ice spots That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Up on this mic, when we're on it That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!) You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy) The people you run with are thuggin' (gang) But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang) Like you was gonna do something Acting like you catching bodies (ayy) And you got juice, lil youngin', you're bugging You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing Rap god spit lyrical bullets (boom) And gats cock, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better pull up Strap on, in other words if you're a Gunner Roll up with your (gang) You're gon' need a Arsenal 'Cause this bar is over your head So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt) Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and f*** with me, huh? This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself He wants to keep up His tough demeanor, so he does a feature Decides to team up with Nina But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun And I'm talking to you but you already know who the f*** you are, Kelly I don't use sublims and sure as f*** don't sneak-diss But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie I keep on telling motherfuck***, bitches, in case you forgot Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fuc*** cocked semi Glock Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew Obviously, I'm not getting through We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly Only time you'll ever say, I lost You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier There's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion I fuc*** the whole world then I throw away the Trojan Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury Rolex to gold in and I'm They both hate to choke and my whole plate is soaking And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in At minimal, I'm fuc*** these syllables I let them lick on my genitals I'm a fuc*** invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable I spit the formidable, that you're bitches are fuc*** with the original I can say that me and Nickel are identical But not us, the only thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck Otherwise one has nuttin' to do with the other None comes close to Skunk, bug, soldier Tongue, shrub, shoulder One month older Sponge, mob, colder None, rug , hoaster Lug, nut, coaster Lung, jug roaster Young Thug poster Unplugged toaster That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah) That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (Man, f*** this shit, let's go)
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