Trekked Like Me

[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