Not Alike (Explicit)

Tay Keith f**k these n**gas up
Yeah
Brain dead eye drops
Pain meds cyclops
They bed Ipod
Maybach my bach
Trainwrecks sidewalks
Pay less high-tops
K-Fed iHop
Play tax ice spots
That's how much we have in common yeah
That's how much we have in common woah
Open this mic on it
That's how much we have in common yeah
That's how much we have in common woah
We are not alike there's not alike us on the mic yeah
I don't do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotov's
Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I'm not invited to feeling like the streets need me woah
I ain't gotta dance as 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 trying to figure out how to do Capri styles and my
Everybody doing chick joints probably rob these dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in common no
We don't got nothing in common no
Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers woo
I'm in the stuff like doubling commas
Find me a brother who's solid
To count the sh*t up then bust the sh*t down
When the cops set us up we can flush the sh*t down
We can no give a f**k sh*t a f**king Kehlani
Selling your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup for dollars you powder sniff
Now you're slipping call it a power trip
A product of politics
Y'all went from profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a pill of sh*t
Knowledge is power but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers prostitutes retiring
We can spit it for it vans
I'm fit to be king you're cut out to fit in prince pants
Y'all n**gas
Brain dead eye drops
Pain meds cyclops
They bed Ipod
Maybach my bach
Trainwrecks sidewalkds
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 woah
Open this mic on it
That's how much we have in common yeah
That's how much we have in common woah
We are not alike there's not alike us on the mic yeah
You say you're affiliated with murderers killer ayy
The people you run with are f**king 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 b**ch you ain't plugged in nothing
Rap god spit lyrical bullets
Your gas caught you partners with a tullip
Detest not to do it muscular
But have guns for sure you better put up
Strap on in other words if you're a gunner
Roll up with you 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 f**k with me huh
This little cock-sucker he must be feeling himself
He wants to keep up
It's tough to me now 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**k you are Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as f**k don't sneak-diss
But keep calm with my daughter Hailee
I keep on telling motherf**ker b**ches in case you forgot
Really I need jaw memories jaw like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly
I respond really but this time shady 'bout to sound off like a f**king cocked semi Glock
Demi god let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening fairy cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready fool break yourself like Rocksteady
Obviously I'm not getting through
We can get a letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherf**king heart in belly
Only time you'll ever say I lost you
We'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap better call Diddy
Just try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick
B**ch this sh*t don't fly in our city
Punk you don't disrespect OG's R.I.P. Prodigy
Solider in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me I'll be the most hated dumb-hated solider there's no shame it's okay
Then own it 'cause life is a b**ch it's a legged hoe but days are over Harvery Weinstein a bathrobe hanging over my
My name is groper I role play with lotion I f**ked on the wall then I throw away the trojan
with home-made explosives I blow 80 holes in you
Don't make me go I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury
the globe and I'm tryna throw in
They both hate to choke and my hoe play the
And I double 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotate emotion
Invisible with the pen the pinnacle of sick individuals take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal I'm f**king these syllables
I let them lick on my genitals
I'm a f**king invisible indefensible despicable difficult prick a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable that you're b**ches are f**king 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 nothin' to do with the other
None comes close to
Skunk bug solider
Tongue shrub shoulder
One mother 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 woah
Open this mic when we’re on it
That's how much we have in common yeah
That's how much we have in common woah
We are not alike there's not alike us on the mic yeah