In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Compare to my dick to your tablet even when it's flaccid
And them which is more of a circus than a fair
No one can compare to the feelings and the love we share
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping
There isn't many things i can show to compare
Years back you believed that the world was fair
But i know freedom will ring so listen its hard to compare
Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
You dont compare to me, better be prepared for me,
Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.
You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
No one can compare to what you mean to me
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