Not Like Us Chords by Kendrick Lamar

[Start]

[Verse]
G7 Bm Gb7 Bm
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Mustard on the beat ho
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Deebo any rap nigga he a free throw
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Man down call an amberlamps tell him Breathe bro
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Nail a nigga to the cross he walk around like Teezo
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What's up with these jabroniass niggas tryna see Compton
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The industry can hate me fuck 'em all and they mama
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How many opps you really got I mean it's too many options
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I'm finna pass on this body I'm John Stockton ■
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Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
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Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
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Certified boogeyman I'm the one that up the score with 'em
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Walk him down whole time I know he got some ho in him
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Pole on him extort shit bully Death Row on him
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Say Drake I hear you like 'em young
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You better not ever go to cell block one
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To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
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Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
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They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your handmedowns
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And PARTY at the party playin' with his nose now
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And Baka got a weird case why is he around
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Certified Lover Boy Certified pedophiles


[Chorus]
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Wop wop wop wop wop Dot fuck 'em up
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Wop wop wop wop wop I'ma do my stuff
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Why you trollin' like a bitch Ain't you tired
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Tryna strike a chord and it's probably AMinor


[Verse]
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They not like us they not like us they not like us
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They not like us they not like us they not like us
                           B7                      
You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac nigga
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I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop nigga
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Did Cole foul I don't know why you still pretendin'
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What is the owl Bird niggas and bird bitches go
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The audience not dumb
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Shape the stories how you want
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Hey Drake they're not slow
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Rabbit hole is still deep I can go further I promise
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Ain't that somethin' BRad stands for bitch
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And you Malibu most wanted
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Ain't no law boy you ballboy fetch Gatorade or somethin'
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Since two thousand and nine I had this bitch jumpin'
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You niggas'll get a wedgie be flipped over your boxers
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What OVO for The Other Vaginal Option Pussy
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Nigga better straighten they posture got famous all up in Compton
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Might write this for the docket tell the pop star Quit hidin'
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Fuck a caption want action no accident and I'm handson
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He fuck around get polished
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Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail that's connivin'
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Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'
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I'm glad DeRoz' came home y'all didn't deserve him neither
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From Alondra down to Central nigga better not speak on Serena
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And your homeboy need subpoena that predator move in flocks
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That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
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I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
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Yeah it's all eyes on me and I'ma send it up to Pac ayy


[Chorus]
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Put the wrong label on me I'ma get 'em dropped ayy
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Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux ayy
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How many stocks do I really have in stock Ayy
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One two three four five plus five ayy
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Devil is a lie he a sixtynine God ayy
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Freakyass niggas need to stay they ass inside ayy
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Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'Za ayy
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City is back up it's a must we outside ayy


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


[Chorus]
   Bm 
Mm Mhm
              B7          
He a fan he a fan he a fan
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He a fan he a fan he a
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Freakyass nigga he a sixtynine God
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Freakyass nigga he a sixtynine God
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Hey hey hey hey run for your life
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Hey hey hey hey run for your life
B7                                
Freakyass nigga he a sixtynine God
B7                                
Freakyass nigga he a sixtynine God
B7                               
Hey hey hey hey run for your life
B7                               
Hey hey hey hey run for your life
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Let me hear you say OVho
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Say OVho
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Then step this way step that way
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Then step this way step that way
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Are you my friend
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Are we locked in
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Then step this way step that way
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Then step this way step that way ■ 


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