[Intro: Not3s]
Different like
Completely fam
They don't know Spok
Super Mario flex

[Verse 1: Not3s]
Are they not gettin' it
Stepped in the game last year
And it's gone 'cause I deaded it
They weren't expecting this
But I did this all with no leverage
Go hard in the game I've erected
Take a trip to dam
And fly 80 man to my show and they all on the guest list
Diamonds dancin' on our necklaces
Now my whole team look expensive
Mum got my chain from Nigeria
Got the upgrade so I stay protected, yeah

[Chorus: Not3s]
But they can never get like me
They can never get like me
They can never get like me
They can never get like me
They ain't ever trekked like me
They ain't ever stepped like me
How could they get like me?
They can never flex like me, yeah
[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
Trini but I love J rice like a Naija boy (on my life)
If I can't find you then I’ll find your boy (on my life)
I'm puttin' figures on the opposition, I'm a lawyer (who's there)
Got the bread to cop another different type of toy (grr)
And there ain’t a yatty that I’m trussin’ (nah)
Rollie bust down got my ting down bussing (bling)
Dem man talk a lot but scared of all the repercussions (what)
They were talking 'bout when they were steady running from the Russian (bow bow)
AJ and Not3s that's the brown skin excellence (yeah)
He just came in Gucci so I came in the Vetements (fly)
I'm getting papers and you bruddas are getting pence (no)
She didn't really love me, so allow with the sentiments ('low it)
Four styles and four flows and one sitting (huh)
Play this the whole way there's no skipping (yeah)
Pace dripping if there's no sauce I'm not tipping (nah)
The body strong, come like Hulk but not ripping

[Chorus: Not3s]
But they can never get like me
They can never get like me
They can never get like me
They can never get like me
They ain't ever trekked like me
They ain't ever stepped like me
How could they get like me?
They can never flex like me, yeah
[Verse 3: Not3s & AJ Tracey]
I’m that boy 3 that’s a fucking myth (fucking myth)
Feel no way to get an opp boy pitched
AJ pull up make 'em swerve then skid
Swerve, skid, duck, dive
Drop off the top when I drive
I gotta feel alive
Peng brown ting on the passenger side
The A and the 3 just collide
Realest of G's can't you see by the way that I'm printing
They're replacating my image
Don't they know sauce drip everywhere we go
They just pick up all the spillage
Madara I'll come and level your village
My young boys are dippin'
Step back and shoot like they Pippen
Clean up aisle 3 it's a spillage
Watch out it’s fashion my image

[Chorus: Not3s]
But they can never get like me
They can never get like me
They can never get like me
They can never get like me
They ain't ever trekked like me
They ain't ever stepped like me
How could they get like me?
They can never flex like me, yeah
[Outro: Not3s]
Me
Ge-ge-ge-get-get like me
Get like me, get like me, get like me
T-t-t-trek-trek-trekked like me
Trekked like me, trekked like me, trekked like me
Ge-ge-ge-get-get like me
Get like me, get like me, get like me
Ge-ge-ge-get-get like me
Get like me, get like me, get like me