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[Intro: Eminem]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah
[Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, Ipod
Maybach, my [??]
Trainwrecks, sidewalkds
Pay less, high-tops
[K-Fed], iHop
Play tax, ice spots
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woah)
Open this mic, [??] on it
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woah)
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 in Molotov’s
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 Capri styles and my [??]
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these 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 shit up, then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling your cock 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 pill of shit
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, prostitutes retiring
We can spit it for it vans
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in prince pants
Y'all niggas--
[Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, Ipod
Maybach, my [??]
Trainwrecks, sidewalkds
Pay less, high-tops
[K-Fed], iHop
Play tax, ice spots
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woah)
Open this mic, [??] on it
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woah)
We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah)
[Intro: Eminem]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah
[Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, Ipod
Maybach, my [??]
Trainwrecks, sidewalkds
Pay less, high-tops
[K-Fed], iHop
Play tax, ice spots
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woah)
Open this mic, [??] on it
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woah)
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 in Molotov’s
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 Capri styles and my [??]
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these 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 shit up, then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling your cock 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 pill of shit
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, prostitutes retiring
We can spit it for it vans
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in prince pants
Y'all niggas--
[Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, Ipod
Maybach, my [??]
Trainwrecks, sidewalkds
Pay less, high-tops
[K-Fed], iHop
Play tax, ice spots
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woah)
Open this mic, [??] on it
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woah)
We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah)
Not Alike
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