NOT LIKE YOU Lyrics

Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall, turn my back on you, all of you finished

Back to these bullets, it's back to the job, pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'

Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin', these packs and I'm actually pumpin'

Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'

You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'

I'm actually buzzin' this time

Straight out the kitchen, I told him the oven is mine

I do not fuck with you guys

If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time

I ain't no gangster, but I got some bangers, some chains and some blades and a couple of knives

Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree, my 12 days of Christmas was nothin' but lies

I run at you hard like a sumo(Sumo)

They say I talk like a chulo(Chulo)

I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno(Woo)

Bitch, I'm a dog, call me Cujo

You play your cards, I'm reversed on you all and I might just drop off four like an Uno

Callate boca mejor, maricon, little puto, and all of you culo

They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old, the ghetto lookin' for somethin' I probably could never find now

Shit get relevant, until the beef die down

In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down

I've been alone and I never needed nobody, just only me and my shotty

I'll tell these niggas to lie down

Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle

I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now

I said, ain't no love for the other side or anyone who ever want smoke(Joyner)

When I die, I'm goin' out as a underdog who never lost hope

You in the wrong cab, down the wrong path, nigga, wrong way, wrong road

Snakes in the grass, tryna slither fast, I just brought a fucking lawnmower

Y'all gotta move

Y'all gotta move

Y'all gotta move

Gimme some room

Gimme some room

Bring me the juice

Hop out the coupe

Hop out the coupe

Hop out and shoot

Y'all gotta move

Y'all gotta move

Gimme the juice

Look, people ask me what the future is?

All I know is I'll be doin' this

All I know is things are movin' quick

That's convenient for me, cause that's how I live

Now they see me out here movin' up

You don't like me, that makes two of us

Time change, yeah, I can't adjust

Yo, it's who you are, not who you was, oh my

Yeah, just went to Europe, they said the single is workin'

I think I'm learnin'

I am way more than what people might think

When they look on the surface, what is my purpose? (Yeah)

That is a question that I have been askin' myself and it hurts

Cause probably something I should already know, but I don't know it yet

I'm tryna grow as a person, (Woo)

I'm sick of people tellin' people I'm here cause I'm marketing dollars

Oh

You think that everything is gonna blow just cause you market it harder?

No

I got my hands in everything, now they out here tryna get to me

Stop tryna lecture me, you don't compare to my level of thinking

So why do you think you compare to my energy, huh?

Small circle, but the number's growin'

Fame called me, I'm like, "How you doin'?"

Hung up on him, I ain't ready for it

I'll get back to that when I make album four

Less talkin', I've been workin' more

Better me is what I'm workin' towards

Y'all judgin', but we not in court, no, we not in court

Oh Lord

Last couple years, let's recap

I make a livin' off of writin' out my regrets

I'm doin' me, I don't care where the scenes at

Try to give me feedback, I don't really need that

I used to walk on stage in a V-neck

I used to wear a lil' tie with a black vest

I came a long way, why you lookin' upset?

I'm tryna paint a picture, get the vision, you ain't hear it yet, woo!

Y'all gotta move

Y'all gotta move

Y'all gotta move

Gimme some room

Gimme some room

Bring me the juice

Hop out the coupe

Hop out the coupe

Hop out and shoot

Y'all gotta move

Y'all gotta move

Gimme the juice

Hold up, I said rover because now your rover is red like Red Rover

So you know what I meant, but I wrote over my opponents instead, makin' dark sounds

Cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down, I'll go slow for the speds

But when I go "roof! " like the Doberman said, I still think the roof would go over your head

Beast mode, motherfuckers bout to get hit with so many foul lines

You think I'm a free throw

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

You bout to get out-rhymed

How could I be dethroned?

I stay on my toes like the repo

A behemoth in sheep clothes

From the East Coast to the West, in the ethos

And I'm the GOAT

Who the best?

I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing though, cause emcees know

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Your shit is ass like a tailbone, or you're trapped in your cell phone, or my chicken scratch on my self-loathe

I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Now money's not a big deal

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill

Big bills, like a platypus, a caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

I'm lookin' for the smoke cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Battering everything, and I've had it with the inadequate

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

And I'm bringin' the bandana back and I'm fuckin' headband again

The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

And I'm givin' a singular fuck like, "Fuck rap!"

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire with a derringer with a hair trigger

I'm about to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Drippin' y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct, I'm about to bare knuckle it

Nah, fuck it, I'm going inside their head with a Nantucket

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra, the track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

What? Dracula? Fuck that shit, I'm up, back with a thud, man, stop