KENDRICK LAMAR – NOT LIKE US

Lyrics

Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas 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 niggas
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 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, nigga?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga
Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird 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 niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy
Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
Might write this for the doctorate, 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, nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy
Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy
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 nigga 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 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 nigga, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass nigga, 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

Paroles (Traduction)

Psst, je vois des morts
(Mustard sur le beat, ho)
Ayy, Mustard sur le beat, ho
Deebo n'importe quel rappeur, c'est un tir gratuit
Un homme à terre, appelle une ambulance, dis-lui de respirer, mec
Cloue un mec sur la croix, il se promène comme Teezo
Qu'est-ce qui se passe avec ces négros de jabroni qui essaient de voir Compton?
L'industrie peut me détester, baise-les tous, ainsi que leur mère
Combien d'ennemis as-tu vraiment? Je veux dire, il y a trop d'options
Je vais passer sur ce corps, je suis John Stockton
Je te bats et cache la Bible si Dieu regarde
Parfois, tu dois sortir et montrer aux négros
Boogeyman certifié, je suis celui qui augmente le score avec eux
Je le descends, tout en sachant qu'il a un peu de salope en lui
Je le menace, je le menace, je l'intimide, Death Row sur lui
Dis, Drake, j'ai entendu dire que tu aimes les jeunes
Tu ferais mieux de ne jamais aller au bloc cellulaire un
À toute meuf qui lui parle et qui est amoureuse
Assure-toi juste de cacher ta petite sœur de lui
On me dit que Chubbs est le seul à récupérer tes restes
Et Party à la fête joue avec son nez maintenant
Et Baka a un cas bizarre, pourquoi est-il là?
Certified Lover Boy? Pédophiles certifiés
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, nique-les
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, je vais faire ma merde
Pourquoi tu trolls comme une salope? T'es pas fatigué?
Essaie de jouer une corde et c'est probablement un la mineur
Ils ne sont pas comme nous, ils ne sont pas comme nous, ils ne sont pas comme nous
Ils ne sont pas comme nous, ils ne sont pas comme nous, ils ne sont pas comme nous
Tu penses que la Bay va te laisser manquer de respect

Thématique Confrontation aux démons intérieurs

Style Rap

Keywords Agressivité, Démons

Entités normées Baby Keem, Cardo, Dave Free, Kendrick Lamar