+rep, I kinda liked your profile and thought we could be friends :3

[Intro]
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap ♥♥♥♥♥, he a free throw
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a ♥♥♥♥♥ to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥ tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, ♥♥♥♥ '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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥
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 ♥♥♥♥, bully Death Row on him
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
And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

[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
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, Dot, ♥♥♥♥ 'em up
♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a ♥♥♥♥♥? 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, ♥♥♥♥♥?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, ♥♥♥♥♥