Not Alike (Feat. Royce Da 5'9)

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 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 When 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 your 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 killers Ayy The people you run with are thuggin' Gang But you just a wannabe gunner 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 into 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 demeanour 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 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 getting through We can get it poppin' like Redenbach letting off like Remy Ma Heavy artille ry 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 ho 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 80 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's 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 Yeah 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