Nitin Randhawa
Tyler Herro (Nitin Randhawa Remix)
[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
The ones that hate me the most look just like me
You tell me what that means
Make a slick comment and see what that brings
I seen it go down, we can reenact things
Extreme like BMXing
These boys pussy and they PMSing
People in the city see the movement occurring
And say, "My God, I wanna be in that scene"
Damn right, you wanna be in this scene
She at the video tryna be in this scene
Used to fantasize 'bout bein' this seen (Seen)
Bluegrass girl, but she got big drеams
Can't touch me, I got instincts
Locked in the housе, but I'm plottin' things
I brought a gang to the party with me
Five white boys, but they not NSYNC (Yeah, woo)

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Fuck what y'all think
Fuck everything that you say about me
My dawgs like to play Madden and 2K
But one thing they don't do is play about me
My homeboy Tyler, he play in South Beach
He told me this summer he gon' fix my jumper
I told Boi-1da that we might got a thumper
I been tryna pop, now I'm on like Shumpert (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now they on my bumper
Green room chock-full of all my comforts
Hotel room like heaven on earth
Got angels in my bed with some all-white covers
Ace Pro, Nemo, Lucci and Quiiso, Shloob, Clay, 2for
And I got a few more I call my brothers
I got a lot of flows and they all like butter, ooh (Ah)
You know what that means
I came home nice, but I'm goin' back mean
I'm 'bout to globe-trot when they know a vaccine
Mothafuckers act lost, but they know exactly what's goin' on
Made a mil' and I don't know what to blow it on
I tell the critics, "Shut up," like my show is on
Gave a T-shirt to her, said, "Throw it on"
She one of many high school classmates I'm growin' on (Growin' on, growin' on)
My peers ain't poppin', they don't know what's goin' wrong
Y'all well dressed, but you ain't got soul and you just can't sew it on
I'm tryna tell y'all boys, I got a few songs I could sell y'all boys
I tried it back then, it was, "Hell nah, boy" (Nah)
Now I'm in a box like a Kellogg's toy (Like a, like a, ooh)
[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
The ones that hate me the most look just like me (Like me)
You tell me what that means
Make a slick comment and see what that brings
I seen it go down, we can reenact things (Let's do it)
Extreme like BMXing
These boys pussy and they PMSing (Woo)
People in the city see the movement occurring
And say, "My God, I wanna be in that scene" (That's right)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap, brap)
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck, buck)
I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap, brap)
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck, buck)
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty, with a face full of scars
All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (Buck, buck, buck)
They ain't ever wanna celebrate like you have a label
Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you n***as sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!)
Get the paper, I'ma (Celebrate) on the corner
Heard you n***as got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna (Woo, woo, woo!)
Yeah, I make you n***as (Elevate)
All you new n***as don't do it for me, look (Woah)
Bitch I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' n***as tried grabbin' me (Grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you n***as like half of me
You don't wanna see the other side of me (Yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
The ones that hate me the most look just like me (Like me)
You tell me what that means
Make a slick comment and see what that brings
I seen it go down, we can reenact things (Let's do it)
Extreme like BMXing
These boys pussy and they PMSing (Woo)
People in the city see the movement occurring
And say, "My God, I wanna be in that scene" (That's right)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
And we don't stress
A .38 'til it free your chest
Then PP on the PO's desk
I'm JAY-Z in a blowout press
Relate me to your blowout's best
Can't hate me, I'm remote you're deaf
I'm HD, causin' photo theft
My AC antifreeze gotta—that part
Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC
Protect me from the local threats
My ID say my eye don't rest
My IV qualify T-Rex
Society kept my IQ vexed
Denyin' me from an Ivy school
Applyin' me to the street I slept
I quietly had to hold this tool
Reminding me of the block I repped
The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed
The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef
That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed
Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
The search of laws and verse of the birth I nest
The—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left, uh


[Chorus]
The ones that hate me the most look just like me (Like me)
You tell me what that means
Make a slick comment and see what that brings
I seen it go down, we can reenact things (Let's do it)
Extreme like BMXing
These boys pussy and they PMSing (Woo)
People in the city see the movement occurring
And say, "My God, I wanna be in that scene"

[Verse 4: J. Cole]
Now I could be the change that I wanna see
I can heal the world for real if a n***a speaking honestly
Nat Turner in my past life
Bob Marley in my last life, back again
Look in to the eyes of a young n***a
Who survived against all the odds
Look into the eyes of a young n***a
Who's surprised to be alive
I died 5 years ago, the game snatch a n***a’s spirit yo
My resurrection was a miracle
Cause still I rise, it's ill-advised to bet against him
Raised in hell but heaven sent 'em, let 'em diss 'em
Some n***as can't handle the truth
Some n***as don't know they're slaves
I forgive 'em cause I know their ways
They see a black man shine
First thing they do is throw their shade
Word?—errr—I swerve like a Thunderbird on the curb
Where the cops pursuing, I'm not just doing it
N***as hate like if I make it ain't a spot for you in it
Have to save the rap game cause I watched them ruin it
So you can take my cock and chew on it
Cock sucker I'm a blockbuster
Motion picture, flows consist of potent scriptures
Known to rip a hole through them so-called dopest n***as
Snatch your soul and pose for pictures, holding it
Revenge of the Dreamers, so vindictive
Back for more, that whack shit's over with
For you n***as sleeping this is Folgers Crystals, wow
In the form of a loaded pistol
Bullets rude, they don't even say "Hello", just kiss you, blaow
Burn in hell with a coat that fits you
When you see the devil
You can tell him Cole just sent you now

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
The ones that hate me the most look just like me
You tatted up and say that they GOATs, just like me
If I inspired you, that's so inspirin'
That Nina work for me, that ho can get fired
Golf Wang Converse, I'm Lil Tyler
Might skate in 'em, might not even rock 'em
Bad bitch, nice top, nice bottom
Fuck her with my chains on, she melt the ice out 'em
Superstar shit, smellin' like roses
Superstar dick, spread it like COVID
Flag red as fuck but I'm golden
Casket lit, was up and I closed it
Opp dead, this Hell and I'm Satan
Thousand bullet shells, yeah I'm blatant
No Ceilings, she's stargazin'
Dead presidents, reincarnated
Tyler Herro, workin' on my jumper
I need a shero, fuckin' Wonder Woman
No Ceilings, third times a charm
N***a, I don't fuck with you like Big Sean

[Verse 6: Big Sean]
Fuck what's on your tomb, it's carved in stone
Just like statues of me when I'm gone
Artists, yeah, artillery get drawn
Boy I goes in like outside was a storm
Upgraded, this ain't even my final form
Can't say you ain't been warned, you ain't on what I've been on
I live and breathe and die by this
That life shit, it just don't sit on my charm
Take my kindness for weakness then you not strong
Whole city remind me when I'm gone
When I was down bad, I didn't complain
I was at the bottom right where I belong
If you don't climb to the top, you're not as strong
Weezy, that's my twin but we both one of one
I can teach you how to get it one on one
When you ball like this, ho it's not a game
But I'm goin' insane all '21
Bitch think we dated off a one-and-done
And the human race, if it's not a race
It's a quest, a journey, but I'm fuckin' facin'
All the problems that I keep on runnin' from
Got a hitlist, checklist, to-do list, guest list
Super bad bitch list, I don't need a wish list
I'm already gifted, I'm done giving forgiveness
The ones that hate me the most ain't nothin' like me
I could never hate nobody I ain't met or seen
Blue Grass girl, ever since I cut her down
She been havin' wetter dreams, drop the mic, let it sing

[Chorus]
The ones that hate me the most look just like me (Like me)
You tell me what that means
Make a slick comment and see what that brings
I seen it go down, we can reenact things

[Verse 7: Eminem]
I see the rap game, then attack the verses (Uh)
Turn into a graveyard packed with hearses (Yeah)
Just like your funeral, I'm at your service (What?)
Pockets 'on stuff' like a taxidermist (Woo)
Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela and her grandmother in a tan
Colored van pull up with a handful of Xans
And a substantial amount of gan' just to ask what my
(Plans) plans for the night are (Yeah)
I said, "Sneak into the Sleep Inn for the weekend and pretend it's a five-star," yeah
Or leap into the deep end of the pool
I can show you where the dives are (Get it?), ha
We don't even gotta drive far
I know this spot that is so live
But I'm tryna get some head first (What?), like a nosedive (Haha)
So many side chicks, can't decide which to slide with and which should I ditch
So when it comes to ass, bitch, I get behind like the Heimlich (Get behind, yeah)
Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides shit
Pushed her out the Sidekick, then I flipped the lil' white bitch off like a light switch (Bitch)
It's okay not to like my shit
Everything's fine, drink your wine, bitch
And get offline, quit whinin', this is just a rhyme, bitch (Rhyme, bitch)
But ask me, will I stick to my guns (Guns) like adhesive tape? (Adhesive tape)
Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats to cheesecake and a decent steak? (Huh?)
You think gettin' rid of me's a piece of cake?
I'm harder than findin' Harvey Weinstein a date (Damn)
And that's why they say I got more lines than Black Friday
So save that sssshit for the damn library (Shh)
You heard of Kris Kristofferson? (Yeah)
Well, I am Piss Pissedofferson (Oh)
Paul's askin' for Christmas off again
I said, "No," then I spit this song for him
It goes

[Chorus]
The ones that hate me the most look just like me (Like me)
You tell me what that means
Make a slick comment and see what that brings
I seen it go down, we can reenact things (Let's do it)
Extreme like BMXing
These boys pussy and they PMSing (Woo)
People in the city see the movement occurring
And say, "My God, I wanna be in that scene" (That's right)
Damn right, you wanna be in this scene
She at the video tryna be in this scene (Scene)
Used to fantasize 'bout bein' this seen
Bluegrass girl, but she got big dreams
Can't touch me, I got instincts
Locked in the house, but I'm plottin' things
I brought a gang to the party with me
Five white boys, but they not NSYNC (No, they not NSYNC, no, they not NSYNC)

[Outro]
Word to JT, no, they not NSYNC
Word to JT, no, they not NSYNC
No, they not NSYNC, no-no
No, they not NSYNC, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh