Not Like Them

I could be parallell to bad as hell

Equivalent to ignorant

Depends on the matter, well, if it’s that insignificant

I’ll just have to tell a nigga to kick rocks with flip flops

Rappers rather tell than sit in a cell to snitch hop

I ain’t paying to disc jock, he ain’t getting the wrist-watch

I’m the realest to make it, he takin dick in the shit box

I kinda get why I’m legit, mostly to the folks who think dominant

I see why dishonest shit is so prominent

See the kids that rhymin’ it, that ain’t lived not a line of it

You ain’t hood money not good money ya counterfeit

The kind of a jan, I get on some lo-lo for lanna shit

Name a state now fivin’ it, with that coke in them llamas, bitch

Hold up, what time is it? The clock strike ten

I guarantee none of y’all be on the block like him

Cock the fifth back you get baffled, click clack, you skipped that

Lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them

The record labels are scared of me, internet gotta bag me

First they said I was gangsta, then they said ‘not exactly’

I rap about politicians, rap about protect

They loosin’ the manuevers that Edgar Hoover reenacted

Being on my black shit, they be tryna silence me

But to do that shit, they have to do it violently

Clack clack that act back

Rat-at-at that backjack

A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them

A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them

Y’all niggas is luke-warm, y’all ain’t hot like them

Them motherfuckers my brothers, they ain’t my friends

We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm

A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them

Y’all niggas is luke-warm, y’all ain’t hot like them

Them motherfuckers my brothers, they ain’t my friends

We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm

The uncut dope, ya had to land on a farm

Rapping on arenas, rubberbands to the mobs

Getting high to Sinatra, in the sands of the palms

Reminiscing my rapping with BIG, the man with the don

Niggas did it big, but not like them

Drink champange in the ocean just to drown my sins

Should have (?) a valet, roll around my Benz

These niggas know my beginning, but not my end

It’s me and Saigon in the pizons

Never behind us like we vary our zones

Go ahead and chill out, get your vibe on

Cause this could be the day that you died on