[Intro]

Oh no

It's a cultural divide, I'ma get it on the floor

You really 'bout to do it?

Forty acres and a mule, this is bigger than the music

You really 'bout to do it?

Yeah, they tried to rig the game, but you can't fake influence

Then get on it like that

Ayy, I'm trippin', I'm slidin', I'm ridin' through the back like, "Baow"

[Verse]

Mustard on the beat, bro

Deebo any rap, uh, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe"

Nail them boys to the cross, they walk around like Teez'

What's up with these jabroni-O, uh, tryna see Compton?

Industry can hate me, bump 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

Finna crash on this body, I'm John Stockton

What? Beat your— and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score

Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho

Pole, extort sh—, bully Death Row

Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any— 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

Party at the party playin' with his nose now

Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified— (Christ)

(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) I'm on 'em tough

(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a—? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor

[Chorus]

They not like us (No), they not like us (No), they not like us (What?)

They not like us (No), they not like us (No), they not like us

[Outro]

Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way, hol' on