Blame Me

6ix9ine vs Trippie Redd was a bitter and drama-filled feud that started as a falling out between collaborators and quickly spiraled into a public rivalry filled with personal shots, trolling, and physical altercations. Trippie Redd, born in 1999, broke through with his emotional, melodic style on mixtapes like *A Love Letter to You* and later with albums like *Life’s a Trip*. 6ix9ine, born in 1996, gained viral fame with his aggressive track “Gummo” and his colorful persona. The feud began in 2017 when the two fell out over 6ix9ine’s legal issues involving a minor, with Trippie dissing him online and in songs, calling him a “pe*****le” and distancing himself publicly.

6ix9ine clapped back hard on social media, mocking Trippie’s appearance and career, and even allegedly arranged for his team to physically confront Trippie in a hotel. Diss tracks and disses in interviews followed, with Trippie dropping tracks like “I Kill People!” and subtle jabs in his verses. Although both artists maintained commercial success—6ix9ine with *Dummy Boy* and chart-topping singles, and Trippie with Billboard-charting albums like *Pegasus*—the feud hurt their former fan crossover. Net worth-wise, 6ix9ine reportedly earned over \$10 million despite legal troubles and backlash, while Trippie Redd holds a similar figure through steady albums, tours, and streaming. The feud exposed the volatile mix of fame, ego, and the internet in Gen-Z rap.

Kendrick Lamar _ Not Like Us Lyrics

Intro

Psst, I see dead people
Mustard on the beat, h*

Verse 1

Aye
Mustard on the beat, h*
Deebo any rap, n***a, he a free throw
Man down
Call an ambulance, tell him, "Breath, bro"
Nail a n***a to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni a** n***as tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, f**k ’em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

Verse 2

Beat your a*s and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n***as
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one they up the score with ’em
Walk him down, whole time I know he got some h* in him
Pole on him, extort s**t, bully the ’fro on him
Say Drake, I hear you like ’em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any b***h that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your little sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
Then party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Certified lover boy, certified pe*****le
W*p, w*p, w*p, w*p, w*p, Dot f**k ’em up
W*p, w*p, w*p, w*p, w*p, I'ma do my stuff
Why he trollin' like a b***h? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Chorus

They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us
They not like us

Verse 3

You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect ’Pac, n***a?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, n***a
Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretending
What is the owl? Bird n***as and bird b**ches, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want, hey Drake, they not slow
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
Ain't that something, B stand for b***h and you Malibu most wanted
Ain't no law, you're a ball boy, fetch Gatorade or something
Since 2009, I had this b***h jumping
You n***as get a we**ie, be flipped ov