Don't like

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Yeah

We came in Anguilla

More money than you ever heard of

Gotta master the art of living young nigga

Ain't never think id get this much nigga

Let man explain it to them

Oh Lord please don't stop baby

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I seen a home boy die in cold blood

Eyes rolled in his head weren't no love

His mamma sold pussy that it was a fiend

He from a place where niggas don't believe in dreams

[Repeat]

Niggas snorting potty get your head right

Get your dick sucked sitting at the red light

Now you catching cases, talking home invasions

How you get upon how the fuck you playing

Can't be playing games on the home field

Open up like a God on that dome peel

We ain't had shit when we went to school

Now it's flat screens up in every room

Nigga do the math, got you full of crap

Tub full of money, candy on the slat

Teflove underneath my fresh tag

Bellhobble walking out with 40 bags

I can fuck a model for an autograph

8 cars, still make her call a cab

Shout out to Def Jam

Shout out to Waner Brothers

Shout out to Dope boy, we all need each other

I'm in Anguilla, I'm smoking killa

We run the game, pussy boy go cry a river

[Hook: Chief Keef]

A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like

A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like

A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like

Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

(This Chicago, nigga!)

They smile in my face is what I don't like

They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite

The media crucify me like they did Christ

They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike

A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite

But I never hit a woman never in my life

I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer

In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice

Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice

Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice

Girls kissing girls, cause it's hot, right?

But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes

They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life

We hanging out that window it's about to be a Suge night

Free Bump J, real nigga for life

Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice

Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right?

Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? right?!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]

(Young Chop on the beat)

Fake Gucci, that's that shit I don't like

Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite

This bitch gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe

Screaming Sosa, that's that nigga that I like

I don't want relations, I just want one night

Cause a thirsty bitch, that's the shit that I don't like

I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life

And I stunt so much in clothes, cause I'm living life

I come up on the scene, and I'm stealing light

Bitch I'm high off life, got me feeling right

Bitch I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like

And bitch we GBE, we just go on sight

[Hook]

[Verse 4: JadaExplainkiss]

I done sold purple, I done sold white

Running outta work, that's that shit I don't like

She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice

She blowing up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like

Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut

Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up

Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus

Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas

[Hook]