| Attribute | Details |
| Song Title | Not Like Us |
| Artist | Kendrick Lamar |
| Genre | West Coast Hip-Hop / Diss Track |
| Producer | DJ Mustard, Sounwave, Sean Momberger |
| Label | Interscope Records |
| Release Date | May 4, 2024 |
| Language | English |
| Written By | Kendrick Duckworth (Kendrick Lamar) |
| Featured In | Hip-hop Feud Highlights, Diss Track Collections |
Not Like Us Lyrics
[Intro]
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
[Verse 1]
Deebo, any rapper, he a free throw
Man down, call the ambulance, tell him, “Breathe, bro”
Nail a man to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What’s up with these fake dudes tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, f**k ‘em all and their mama
How many enemies you really got? Too many options
I’m finna pass on this body, I’m John Stockton
Beat you and hide the Bible if God watching
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show ‘em
Certified boogeyman, I’m the one upping the score
Walk him down, all the while I know he got a girl
Pole on him, extort, bully, Death Row on him
[Verse 2 – Callouts & Diss]
Say, Drake, I hear you like ‘em young
Better not go to cell block one
To any girl talking to him, just hide your little sister
Chubbs, the only one getting your hand-me-downs
Party at the party, playing with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why’s he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
[Chorus]
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, f**k ’em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I’ma do my stuff
Why you trolling like a b!tch? 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
[Verse 2]
You think the Bay gon’ let you disrespect Pac, n!gga?
I think that Oakland show gon’ be your last stop, n!gga
Did Cole foul? I don’t know why you still pretending
What is the owl? Bird n!ggas and bird b!tches, 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
[Verse 3]
Ain’t that something? B-Rad stands for b!tch and you Malibu Most Wanted
Ain’t no law boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or something
Since 2009, I had this b!tch jumping
You n!ggas’ll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The “Other Vaginal Option”? Pu**y
N!gga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
Might write this with a doctrine, tell the pop star, “Quit hiding”
Fk a caption, want action, no accident, and I’m hands-on, he fk around, get polished
F**ked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that’s conniving
Then get his face tatted like a b!tch apologizing
I’m glad DeRoz’ came home, y’all didn’t deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central, n!gga better not speak on Serena
And your home boy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you n!ggas 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
[Verse 4]
One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
Freaky-as* n!ggas need to stay they as* inside, ayy
Roll they as* up like a fresh pack of ‘za, ayy
City is back up, it’s a must, we outside, ayy
[Chorus]
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
[Verse 5]
Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
Homie still doubled down calling us some slaves
Atlanta was the Mecca, building railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second, let me put y’all on game
The settlers was using town folk 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 n!gga 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
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 f**king colonizer
The family matter, and the truth of the matter
It was God’s plan to show y’all the liar
[Outro]
Mmm
Mmm-mmm
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)
He a fan