Royce Da 5'9" - Not Alike lyrics

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Royce Da 5'9" - Not Alike lyrics

[Intro] Tay Keith, f** these n***as up! Yeah [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: Eminem] That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!) 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!) [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] I don't do Jordans and Audemars I do explosions and Molotovs Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed I blow the smoke from the car exhaust Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me I ain't gotta dance 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 Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy While these dudes tryna figure out How to do a freestyle as fly as me I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G Everybody doin' chick joints Probably rob these little dudes at fist point Remember everybody used to bite Nickel Now everybody doin' Bitcoin We don't got nothin' in common (no) We don't got nothin' in common (no) Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups On them uppers-and-downers (woo!) I'm into stuff like doublin' commas Find me a brother who's solid To count the sh** up and then bust the sh** down When the cops hit us up, we can flush the sh** down We can not give a f**, sh**, a f**in' colonic Sellin' your co*k and your bu*t for a follower Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff Now you're slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts To dropped in the park in a pile of sh** Knowledge is power, but powerless If you got it and you do not acknowledge it Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it Hirin' strippers, prostitute retirin' We can spit it for ya advance I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants You n***as— [Pre-Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Chorus: Eminem] That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!) 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] You say you're affiliated with murderers, k**as (ayy) The people you run with are thuggin' (gang) But you're just a wannabe gunna (gang) Like you was gonna do somethin' Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy) And you got juice, lil' youngin, you're buggin' You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery b**h, you ain't plugged in to nothin' Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom) And gats co*k, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better put a 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 (skrrt) Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and f** with me, huh? This little co*k-s**er, he must be feelin' himself He wants to keep up his tough demeanor 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 talkin' to you, but you already know who the f** you are, Kelly I don't use sublims and sure as f** don't sneak-diss But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie I keep on telling motherf**ers, b**hes, in case you forgot really I need Ja memories, jars like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off Like a f**in' co*ked semi Glock, demi-god Let me put a f**ing silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew Obviously, I'm not gettin' through We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma Heavy artillery, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell With a motherf**in' heart bigger than Bizarre's belly Only time you'll ever say I lost You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick b**h, this sh** don't fly in our city Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, 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 So there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'Cause life is a b**h, she's a bow-legged ho But now those days are over I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hangin' over My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion I f** 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 I'm […] tryna throw in […] They both hate to choke and my whole plate is soakin' I'm double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn in a rotatin' motion Invisible with the pen I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals Take my dick and put the tip in at minimal I'm f**in' these syllables I let them lick on my genitals I'm a f**ing invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable That you're b**hes are f**in' with, the original I consider me and Nickel identical But not us The only thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you s** Otherwise one has nuttin' to do with the other None comes close to skunk, bug, soldier Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older Sponge, mob, colder, none, rug, hoaster Lug, nut, coaster, lung, jug roaster Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster [Chorus: Eminem] That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah!) 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— (Man, f** this sh**, let's go)