[Intro]
N.C.
Psst, I see dead people
G Gb
    Mustard on the beat, ho
 
[Verse 1]
Bm    Em   Bm
  Ayy,       Mustard on the beat, ho
Bm    Em   Bm
Deebo any rap xxxxx, he a free throw
Bm        Em      Bm
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Bm             Em                   Bm
Nail a xxxxx       to   the   cross,  he walk    around like Teezo
       Bm                  Em   Bm
What's    up with these jabroniass xxxxxs tryna see Compton?
Bm          Em      Bm
  The industry  can hate me, xxxx 'em all and they mama
    Bm            Em     Bm
How many opps you really got?
 
I mean, it's too many options
   Bm           Em   Bm
I'm  finna pass on   this body, I'm John Stockton
 
[Chorus]
G Gb
    Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
 
[Verse 2]
Bm    Em        Bm
  Sometimes you gotta pop out and show xxxxxs
Bm           Em      Bm
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Bm             Em         Bm
Walk him down, whole time,  I know he got some ho in him
Bm           Em    Bm
Pole on him, extort  xxxx, bully Death Row on him
Bm         Em   Bm
Say, Drake,       I hear you like 'em young
Bm           Em   Bm
  You better ever go to cell block one
Bm       Em         Bm
  To any xxxxx that talk to him and they in love
Bm          Em       Bm
  Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
 
[Verse 3]
Bm             Em         Bm
  They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your handmedowns
Bm          Em      Bm
  And Party at  the party playin with his nose now
Bm         Em    Bm
  And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Bm        Em    Bm
Certified Lover Boy?
 
Certified pedophiles
Bm        Em   Bm
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, xxxx 'em up
Bm        Em   Bm
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I' ma do my stuff
Bm        Em      Bm
  Why you trollin like a xxxxx?
Ain't you tired?
Bm             Em    Bm
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably a minor
 
[Chorus]
G Gb
 
[Verse 4]
Bm Em   Bm                  Bm            Em   Bm
          They not like us, they not like us,    they not like us
Bm Em   Bm                  Bm            Em   Bm
          They not like us, they not like us,    they not like us
Bm              Em       Bm
  You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, xxxxx?
Bm             Em      Bm
  I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, xxxxx
Bm         Em    Bm
  Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin
Bm            Em
  What is the owl?
Bm                            Bm Em
Bird xxxxxs and bird xxxxxes, go
 
[Verse 5]
    Bm
The audience not dumb
          Bm              Em    Bm
Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
       Bm            Em    Bm
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
           Bm         Em        Bm
Ain't that somethin? BRad stands
                              Bm              Em       Bm
for xxxxx and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy,
                                Bm       Em         Bm
you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin Since 2009,
                 Bm
I had this xxxxx jumpin
    Em         Bm                                 Bm
You xxxxxs' ll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
     Em   Bm
What OVO for?
                   Bm      Em
The "Other Vaginal Option"?
 
[Verse 6]
Bm
Pussy
                             Bm           Em     Bm
xxxxx better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
                         Bm                  Em       Bm
Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star,  "Quit hidin'"
                     Bm         Em   Bm
xxxx a caption, want action, no accident
                                     Bm
And I'm handson, he xxxx around, get polished
 
[Bridge]
Em        Bm                                         Bm
xxxxed on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'
     Em      Bm                            Bm
Then get his face tatted like a xxxxx apologizin'
    Em    Bm                                        Bm
I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
      Em     Bm                                           Bm
From Alondra down to Central, xxxxx better not speak on Serena
         Em      Bm                                   Bm
And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
     Em   Bm                                             Bm
That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
  Em   Bm                                 Bm               Em      Bm
I lean on you xxxxxs like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes
                              Bm
on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac
 
[Verse 7]
Em      Bm                              Bm
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped
Em    Bm                              Bm
Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux
Em   Bm                              Bm
How  many stocks do I really have in stock?
Em   Bm                           Bm
One, two, three, four, five, plus five
Em    Bm                          Bm
Devil is a lie, he a sixteen nine God, ayy
Em    Bm                                 Bm
Freakyass xxxxxs need to stay they ass inside
Em        Bm                          Bm  Em     Bm
Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za City is
                            G   Gb
back up, it's a must, we outside
 
[Verse 8]
Bm Em   Bm                  Bm            Em   Bm
          They not like us, they not like us,    they not like us
Bm Em   Bm                  Bm            Em   Bm
          They not like us, they not like us,    they not like us
 
[Bridge]
Bm Em    Bm                           Bm
   Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
Em    Bm                                 Bm
Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves
  Em    Bm                                    Bm
Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains
          Em      Bm                            Bm
Bear with me  for a second, let me put y'all on game
    Em       Bm                             Bm
The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer
    Em       Bm                                    Bm
Fastforward, twenty twenty four, you got the same agenda
    Em   Bm                               Bm
You run  to Atlanta when you need a check balance
       Em       Bm                                Bm       Em
Let me break it down for you, this the real xxxxx challenge
 
[Verse 9]
    Bm                                    Bm  Em
You called Future when you didn't see the club
Bm                                 Bm Em
Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up
Bm                               Bm
Twenty one gave you false street cred
Em   Bm                                     Bm  Em
Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head
Bm                             Bm   Em
Quavo said you can be from Northside
Bm                              Bm
Two Chainz say you good, but he lied
    Em   Bm                             Bm
You run  to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
        Em    Bm                           G
No, you not a colleague, you a xxxxin' colonizer
 
[Chorus]
                         Gb
The famly matter and the truth of the matter
                                    Bm  Em   Bm Bm Em   Bm
It was God's plan to show y'all the liar
 
[Verse 10]
Bm     Em   Bm
  He a fan, he a fan, he a fan
Bm     Em   Bm
  He a fan, he a fan, he a
Bm        Em     Bm
Freakyass xxxxx, he a sixteen nine God
Bm        Em     Bm
Freakyass xxxxx, he a sixteen nine God
Bm        Em   Bm
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Bm        Em   Bm
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
 
[Bridge]
Bm        Em     Bm
Freakyass xxxxx, he a sixteen nine God
Bm        Em     Bm
Freakyass xxxxx, he a sixteen nine God
Bm        Em   Bm
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Bm        Em   Bm
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
 
[Verse 11]
Bm Em   Bm
OVho
OVho
     Bm Em   Bm
Say, "OVho"
OVho
     Bm        Em   Bm
Then step this way,   step that way
     Bm        Em   Bm
Then step this way,   step that way
 
[Bridge]
        Bm Em     Bm
Are you my friend?
       Bm     Em   Bm
Are we locked in?
     Bm        Em   Bm
Then step this way,   step that way
     Bm        Em   Bm
Then step this way,   step that way
 
[Outro]
Bm Em   Bm Bm Em   Bm Bm Em   Bm Bm Em   Bm
              Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga
Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird niggas and burnt bitches, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted
Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'
Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'
You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy
Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin'
Fuck a caption, want action, no accident
And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished
Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'
Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'
I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena
And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy
How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy
One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy
Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves
Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game
The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer
Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda
You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge
You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)
Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?)
21 gave you false street cred
Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?)
Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?)
2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer
The family matter and the truth for the matter
It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

Mm
Mm-mm
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)
He a fan, he a fan, he a
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way

Are you my friend?
Are we locked in?
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way              
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