Lyrical Breakdown of No Comparison - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na
I think them niggas is scared of us
They flexin' but only for cameras
I embarrass 'em
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
I think them niggas is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras
Nothin' these niggas could do to us, who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothin' these niggas could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em, fuck it, it ain't no comparison
These niggas ain't catchin' up to us, I swear, these niggas need stamina
I broke her heart in a paragraph, turned to a thottie to cure it up
Now that bitch feel so embarrassin', diamonds be dancin', I blur it up
Your shit is fake, you can't swear to it
I know you frontin', you panickin', I get dressed up like a mannequin
Put on a fit and embarrass 'em, it's so embarrassin', I put this beat on my body list
Metro a beast, yeah, he bodied it, they tried to give me a stylist
I told 'em I'm good, yo, you wylin', I got sick of wearin' Versace, I want red bottoms
Don't let me get in a fight with 'em, one of 'em spikes and I might hit him
I'm from the jungle, say that you fuck with gorillas
I know that you niggas be lyin'
I gotta stay humble, that's why I fuck with the realest
I swear I put that on the Bible
You stuck in your feelings, say I'm fuckin' on your bitch
And you shoulda never ever wifed her
That's word to my mother, if a nigga take my bitch, fuck it
I'ma find another lover, we flex on each other
Cuban drippin' on my wrist, I could put whatever on the other
That's word to my mother
I think them niggas is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras
Nothin' these niggas could do to us, who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothin' these niggas could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain I embarrass 'em, fuck it, it ain't no comparison
I think them niggas is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras
Nothin' these niggas could do to us, who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothin' these niggas could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain I embarrass 'em, fuck it, it ain't no comparison
You gotta be kiddin' me
Most of my shit come from Italy, W up, make 'em sick of me
Ice on my pinky too glittery, pass on a show, it ain't shit to me
I keep a blicky, just in case a nigga with me ain't with me
And I see an enemy, everythin' litty
Plus my fingers kinda sticky from rollin' up that icky-icky
Them cookies be hittin'
Beam came with the strap, ladder hangin' off of that
Yeah, I get two attached
I ain't fuckin' with the Act', I be trippin' off of that
I'ma keep it a stack, Mike Amiri's on me stretch
But I'm holdin' all this bread, I'ma keep me a bag
They was sayin' I was next
Ever since I hit the booth and I jumped on a track
I think them niggas is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras
Nothin' these niggas could do to us, who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothin' these niggas could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain I embarrass 'em, fuck it, it ain't no comparison
I think them niggas is scared of us, flexin' but only for cameras
Nothin' these niggas could do to us, who the fuck can they compare to us?
Nothin' these niggas could say to us, I let 'em stare if they stare at us
Look at my chain I embarrass 'em, fuck it, it ain't no comparison
Ain't no comparison, fuck it, it ain't no comparison
Look at my chain, it's embarrassin', I'm flexin' on 'em, embarrassin'
Flexin' on 'em, so embarrassin', look at my chain, it's embarrassin'
If Young Metro don't trust, you I'm gon' shoot you