歌词
Tay Keith, **** these ****** up
Yeah
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, iPod
Maybach, my bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, ice spots
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we were on it
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 not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
I don't do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I'm not invited to,
Feeling like the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance
As long as my Ferrari Spyder 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 tie is new,
The Masarati white and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out
How to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm confused trying to figure out
How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doing chick joints,
Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel,
Now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in common (no)
We don't got nothing in common (no)
Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm in the stuff like doubling commas
Find me a brother who's solid
To count the s**t up, then bust the s**t down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the s**t down
We can no give a ****, s**t, a ******' colonic
Selling your c**k and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff
Now you're slipping, call it a power trip
A product of politics
Y'all went from profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of s**t
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it
And you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, **********s retiring
We can spit it for ya advance
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in prince pants
Y'all ******—
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, iPod
Maybach, my bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, ice spots
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we were on it
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 not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run with are ******* thuggin
But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do something
Acting like you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're bugging
You ain't never even been charged in connection
With battery, *****, you ain't plugged in nothing
Rap god spit lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats c**k, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in 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 (skrt)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and **** with me, huh?
This little c*********r, he must be feeling himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
It's tough to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to team up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you
But you already know who the **** you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as **** don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling ************, b*****s, in case you forgot
I need Ja memories,
Jars like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond rarely, but this time
Shady 'bout to sound off like a ******* c**ked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer
On this little non-threatening blond fairy,
Cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady
Obviously, I'm not getting through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell
With a ************' heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
Only time you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better hope
I don't call Trick Trick
*****, this s**t don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, 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
There's no shame, it's okay to own it
'Cause life is a *****, it's a (??) legged hoe
But now days are over,
I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over
My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I **** the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives,
I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in,
I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury
Rolex to Goldman and I'm tryna throw in
They both hate to choke and my whole plate is soakin'
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke
And I stick and I turn and I rotate emotion
Invisible with the pen ,
I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals
Take my **** and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm ******* these syllables
I let them lick on my genitals
I'm a ******* invisible, indefensible,
Despicable difficult p***k, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable,
That you're b*****s are ******* with the original
I can say that me and Nickel are identical
But not us, the only thing
We have in common is I'm a **** and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
None comes close to
Skunk, bug, solider
Tongue, shrub, shoulder
One mother older
Sponge, mob, colder
None, rug , hoaster
Lug, nut, coaster
Lung, jug roaster
Young Thug poster
Unplugged toaster
That's how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we were on it
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 not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
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