My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
Compare me too that bastard pot head
Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.
Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
It still wouldn't compare to laughing heartily in ghetto poverty
They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty
No wonder you think you might compare cus,
Niggas talk with limited service
No one can compare to the feelings and the love we share
But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there
You dont compare to me, better be prepared for me,
For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money
How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles
I agree that it's wrong to compare different struggles,
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery
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