| I could be parallell to bad as hell
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| Equivalent to ignorant
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| Depends on the matter, well, if it’s that insignificant
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| I’ll just have to tell a nigga to kick rocks with flip flops
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| Rappers rather tell than sit in a cell to snitch hop
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| I ain’t paying to disc jock, he ain’t getting the wrist-watch
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| I’m the realest to make it, he takin dick in the shit box
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| I kinda get why I’m legit, mostly to the folks who think dominant
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| I see why dishonest shit is so prominent
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| See the kids that rhymin' it, that ain’t lived not a line of it
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| You ain’t hood money not good money ya counterfeit
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| The kind of a jan, I get on some lo-lo for lanna shit
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| Name a state now fivin' it, with that coke in them llamas, bitch
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| Hold up, what time is it? |
| The clock strike ten
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| I guarantee none of y’all be on the block like him
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| Cock the fifth back you get baffled, click clack, you skipped that
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| Lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them
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| The record labels are scared of me, internet gotta bag me
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| First they said I was gangsta, then they said 'not exactly'
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| I rap about politicians, rap about protect
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| They loosin' the manuevers that Edgar Hoover reenacted
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| Being on my black shit, they be tryna silence me
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| But to do that shit, they have to do it violently
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| Clack clack that act back
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| Rat-at-at that backjack
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| A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them
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| A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them
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| Y’all niggas is luke-warm, y’all ain’t hot like them
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| Them motherfuckers my brothers, they ain’t my friends
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| We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm
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| A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them
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| Y’all niggas is luke-warm, y’all ain’t hot like them
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| Them motherfuckers my brothers, they ain’t my friends
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| We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm
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| The uncut dope, ya had to land on a farm
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| Rapping on arenas, rubberbands to the mobs
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| Getting high to Sinatra, in the sands of the palms
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| Reminiscing my rapping with BIG, the man with the don
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| Niggas did it big, but not like them
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| Drink champange in the ocean just to drown my sins
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| Should have a valet, roll around my Benz
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| These niggas know my beginning, but not my end
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| It’s me and Saigon in the pizons
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| Never behind us like we vary our zones
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| Go ahead and chill out, get your vibe on
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| Cause this could be the day that you died on |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Like Them, artist - Saigon. Album song The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 2 Bread and Circuses, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп