Not Alike (feat. Royce Da 5'9)

Lyrics

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
 Yeah
 ♪
 Brain dead, eye drops
 Pain meds, cyclops
 Daybed, iPod
 May-back, Maybach
 Trainwrecks, sidewalks
 Payless, high-tops
 K-Fed, iHop
 Playtex, icebox
 That's how much we have in common (yah!)
 That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
 Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
 That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
 That's how much we have in common (woo!)
 That's how much we have in common
 We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (yah!)
 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 Spider 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 tires is new
 The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
 Why these dudes tryna figure out
 How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
 I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
 Everybody doin' chick joints
 Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
 'Member 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 into 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
 If the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
 We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
 Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
 Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
 Now you 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've 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 advance
 I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
 You niggas
 Brain dead, eye drops
 Pain meds, cyclops
 Daybed, iPod
 May-back, Maybach
 Trainwrecks, sidewalks
 Payless, high-tops
 K-Fed, iHop
 Playtex, icebox
 That's how much we have in common (yah!)
 That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
 Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
 That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
 That's how much we have in common (woo!)
 That's how much we have in common
 We are not alike, there's nada like us
 You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy!)
 The people you run with are thuggin' (gang!)
 But you just a wannabe gunna (gang!)
 Like you was gonna do somethin'
 Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy!)
 And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'
 You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
 Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin'
 Rap God spit lyrical bullets (pew!)
 And gats cock, your partners better tool up
 This has not to do with muscular
 But have guns for sure, you better put a
 Strap on, other words if you're gonna
 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 (skrrt!)
 Oh, you run the streets, huh?
 Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
 This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself
 He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
 So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na
 But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
 If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
 And I'm talkin' to you
 But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
 I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
 But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
 I keep on telling you motherfuckers
 But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
 Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
 I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
 Like a fuckin' cocked semi-Glock demi-god
 Let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little
 Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
 You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
 Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
 We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma
 Heavy artillery, Godzilla, harsh with a hard shell
 With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
 Only time you'll ever say I lost
 You'll be talkin' '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 OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
 Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
 That I'll be the most hated, though made it
 So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it
 'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged hoe
 But now those days are over
 I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
 My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
 I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
 Old lederhosen 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, Rolaids to Goldman
 I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
 As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
 I double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and
 I stick and I turn in a rotating motion
 Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
 Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal
 I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals
 I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
 A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
 That you bitches fuckin' with, the original
 I consider me and Nickel 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 come close to skunk, bug, soldier
 Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
 Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
 Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
 Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster!
 That's how much we have in common (yah!)
 That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
 Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
 That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
 That's how much we have in common (woo!)
 That's how much we have in common
 We are not alike, there's nada like us
 (Man, fuck this shit, let's go)
 
 Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
 Yeah
 ♪
 Brain dead, eye drops
 Pain meds, cyclops
 Daybed, iPod
 May-back, Maybach
 Trainwrecks, sidewalks
 Payless, high-tops
 K-Fed, iHop
 Playtex, icebox
 That's how much we have in common (yah!)
 That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
 Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
 That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
 That's how much we have in common (woo!)
 That's how much we have in common
 We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (yah!)
 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 Spider 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 tires is new
 The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
 Why these dudes tryna figure out
 How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
 I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
 Everybody doin' chick joints
 Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
 'Member 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 into 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
 If the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
 We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
 Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
 Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
 Now you 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've 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 advance
 I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
 You niggas
 Brain dead, eye drops
 Pain meds, cyclops
 Daybed, iPod
 May-back, Maybach
 Trainwrecks, sidewalks
 Payless, high-tops
 K-Fed, iHop
 Playtex, icebox
 That's how much we have in common (yah!)
 That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
 Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
 That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
 That's how much we have in common (woo!)
 That's how much we have in common
 We are not alike, there's nada like us
 You say you're affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy!)
 The people you run with are thuggin' (gang!)
 But you just a wannabe gunna (gang!)
 Like you was gonna do somethin'
 Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy!)
 And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'
 You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
 Bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothin'
 Rap God spit lyrical bullets (pew!)
 And gats cock, your partners better tool up
 This has not to do with muscular
 But have guns for sure, you better put a
 Strap on, other words if you're gonna
 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 (skrrt!)
 Oh, you run the streets, huh?
 Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
 This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself
 He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
 So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na
 But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
 If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
 And I'm talkin' to you
 But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
 I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
 But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
 I keep on telling you motherfuckers
 But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories
 Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
 I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
 Like a fuckin' cocked semi-Glock demi-god
 Let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little
 Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
 You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
 Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
 We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma
 Heavy artillery, Godzilla, harsh with a hard shell
 With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
 Only time you'll ever say I lost
 You'll be talkin' '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 OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
 Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
 That I'll be the most hated, though made it
 So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it
 'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged hoe
 But now those days are over
 I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
 My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
 I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
 Old lederhosen 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, Rolaids to Goldman
 I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
 As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
 I double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and
 I stick and I turn in a rotating motion
 Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
 Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal
 I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals
 I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
 A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
 That you bitches fuckin' with, the original
 I consider me and Nickel 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 come close to skunk, bug, soldier
 Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
 Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
 Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
 Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster!
 That's how much we have in common (yah!)
 That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
 Up on this mic when we're on it (yah)
 That's how much we have in common (yuh!)
 That's how much we have in common (woo!)
 That's how much we have in common
 We are not alike, there's nada like us
 (Man, fuck this shit, let's go)
 

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Duration
04:48
Key
10
Tempo
140 BPM

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