Not Like Us (Lyrical-G Mix) (Screwed) Lyrics

Tired of all these motherfuckers thinking they the shit

I ain't got to rep my set, when im posted with the click

Load the choppa, let it sing, Bidi Bidi Bom Bom

Like Selena in this bitch, ima get em all dumped

Get em' slumped like they on some blues

This rap game fucked up, you dont got a clue

I'll be glad i made it in my section

If you dont want the hands, meet my Smith and Wesson

Teaching lessons like we back in school

Yeah Lyrical-G

Hit you with a 4x4, give you wings like a buffalo

Let it ring, like a beat, Dr.Dre composed

All you niggas is some bitches and you bitches is some hoes

Rolling with the snitches ima get em' all exposed

All these fake friends turn into my foes

Dont be blowing up my line, get the fuck off my phone

You a bitch, you a pussy, change yo' gender and your tampon

Catch a Fade motherfucka i am hands on

Deck

2300 throwing up the WEST

Phoenix Arizona yeah i run it we the BEST

Like Dj Khaled Another One say it with yo' CHEST

I do this for my family so you know its fuck the REST

Uh

Ballin' out in the Bity

Fuck yo' party full of diddy's

I aint with no pity party, im bout to make killing

I got this feeling, this rap game has been missing

Me to fulfill it, im bout to go in just like a mission

Im never finished, you get a O inside of your linens

Thats what you bitches get for getting inside of my business

Fuck the fakes, Get the cake

Roll one up, Wake and bake

All the smoke that was false

Showed the boy that you are

You a fraud, im a father, and you niggas is my sons

Im a man, ima boss, no CO Rick Ross

Like my raps tell my PO im about to go off

Put the Bity on the map, quicker than you slow sloths

Im a different breed, we aint cut from the same cloth

Fast and Furious Rip To Paul Walk

Pussy type behind a keyboard, in my face he dont talk

Ambitions Of A Ridah, Ima send it up to Pac

A.D.H.D. Good Kid, m.A.A.d. City K-Dot

D.U.I. on my record, but i got the case dropped

I got the cheddar, the pepper, these rappers got salt

Your lines washed up, like i cleaned it up with dawn

Lyrical Vision, Queen Latifah in this bitch Set It Off

Acting tough but you soft

You a hoe like yo' mom

When the beef cooking up you aint there like yo pops

All that real shit you talk come to find out it was false

You can never be me, you dont really got the balls

And dont be saying that you feel me, cause you really dont at all

Been putting on for Phoenix

Steady grinding and dreaming

Best in my city, who else can kill it man im feining

Dont got to feel it, i kill it no matter what the beat is

Hating from a distance tell you haters get off of my penis

I got love for my city, but im the best believe it

Call me John Cena, i dont really think you see it

When i blow up like a C4, yo' distance you better keep it

Im an animal im tired of being a human being

Lyrical-G the name got many reasons

Baby-G my name is Gabriel and its nice to meet you

Gangstas move in silence like a foreign, Bentley, Bens Or Beamer

Megan The Stallion the beat, who wanna shoot a feature

Spit that real shit, yall dont feel it, its time to get deeper

When you at the bottom with no luck, tell me who gonna be there

In reality theres unconitional love then you got leachers

Tired of motherfuckas acting tough end up being a preacher

Now run it back, run it up, you Not Like Us, snatching beats like im the fucking reaper