No Comparison Lyrics

Bullet proof sole

Damn 00

I'm the man with the plan

I'm surprised you don't know who I am

I'm not the type to go out and stunt

Money coming in, in the stu every month

Had to prioritize

Had to cut mob ties

Seen some shit that make a grown man cry

Not in my prime, man I cannot lie

Good kid in the city, watch this black boy fly

Pool full of liquor, dive in like K Dot

Headphone warning, cause the cadence make your brain hot

Brighter than the sun, so you know I'm finna stay hot

Bitches wanna kick it, like my first name Neymar

Financial freedom on my radar, on God

If you owe a nigga money, they gon pull ya card

A light year for me to blow up, Ima fucking star

Rapping since a nigga was five, I knew it from the start

Came to the point where I fucking hate my art

But my people all love it so I play my part

So I play my role, got shit in control

This the life I chose nigga

See I'm the main reason why the city hot

Dead friends, stack a M, then I do my Milly Rock

Niggas think they hot

And they really not

All ya niggas sounding alike

Like ya from the Bronx

See I don't really want no beef

I'm just tryna prove a point, cause I'm rapping for free

And I'm tryna be rich, that's what I wanna be

Don't compare yourself to me, you ain't talking to me

You ain't talking to me

And bitch this dick ain't free

I be tweaking, every weekend

If I stop rapping it be for a reason

Ray Charles to the hate, I be bob and weaving

They gon be on my bandwagon next season

Yeah

Had to run this cash up, I'm finna act a fool

Take a loss, at any cost, we gon get it soon

It's no joke if I say I'm the highest in the room

Bong rip, take a trip, just might take a shroom

I ain't kidding got that shit tatted on my arm

My girl name, all in gold, that's my lucky charm

You could go suck a dick if you mean any harm

You wasn't there for the quiet right before the storm

As the years go by, don't know who you are

Tell me was it so hard to return the call

You only there if the money involved

Take a piss on your grave, got me pissed off

Wasn't there when my family was piss poor

Ima greedy motherfucker, ima get more

Fans feening on the stage for the encore

You be thinking shit a game ima up the score

Mark my words, I'll be tripping on my world tours

Taking over, ever since I heard the worlds yours

I be speaking from the heart, coming from the core

Bitch I'm coming in hot, kicking in the door

Waving the 44

We ain't stressing over dumb hoes

Ima ticking bomb, and I'm finna blowing

But, that's something you already know

See I'm the main reason why the city hot

Dead friends, stack a M, then I do my Milly Rock

Niggas think they hot

And they really not

All ya niggas sounding alike,

Like ya from the Bronx

See I don't really want no beef

I'm just tryna prove a point, cause I'm rapping for free

And I'm tryna be rich, that's what I wanna be

Don't compare yourself to me, you ain't talking to me

You ain't talking to me

And bitch this dick ain't free

I be tweaking every weekend

Ray Charles to the hate, I be bob and weaving