Rival To None... Lyrics

Eyy Bitch I am a rival to none of them

Theres not a soul that I'm running from

I'm tryna spit to switch habitats

Outta the buckets I'm ditching crabs

Tryna get paid tryna make it last

Tryna get paid not be on my ass

Free me seek peace to make all you laugh

I'm tryna reconnect all my fam

Bitch I'm a rival to none of them

I came from hate when I'm growing up

Even hate when the sun showing up

Just another day I'm boutta spaz

They cant see Green cuz it ain't no grass

Slicing our feet on the broken glass

I cannot fit it in paragraphs

Plucking them roaches right out the glass

Bitch im a rival to none of them

I seen some scenes man we need the cash

I put my dreams in the air and dash

Sometimes I think that I need a strap

Living my life in the hour glass

Everybody check ya resume

So pristine I was clean I think

Sometimes i think that i need a mink

Other times think that i need a shrink

Footsteps be walking in back of me

Feel like its things that I cant see

Shaping the world right in front of me

Is the matrix could it be

Manipulate everything that we see

I speak for people in back of me

Working my joints oh so casually

Bitch I throw shade at the faculty

Bruising my wrists where the shackles be

Actually that's where they used to be

You know the line start in the back of me

Bitch I am a rival to none of them

Theres not a soul that I'm running from

I'm tryna spit to switch habitats

Outta the buckets I'm ditching crabs

Tryna get paid tryna make it last

Tryna get paid not be on my ass

Free me seek peace to make all you laugh

I'm tryna reconnect all my fam

Bitch I'm a rival to none of them

Who do they think that I'm running from

Tryna clip up for the summer I'm

Back in my bag wit the bubble guts

Meaning the project is dope as fuck

Hit the follow run my numbers up

I gave em dope man enoughs enoughs

Hol Up Yoo

You knew I was i coming the sun is up

I saw the tweets you ain't said enough

I put in work man enoughs enough

You just a character that's enough

Still on my old work stop acting tough

Really put feet on em man I'm done

Bitch im a rival to none of ya

Came from the roaches and rats and all

Cover ya mouth with the chloroform

Back alley beating it's time to brawl

Popping ya knees we laugh while u crawl

I'm such a sicko i hide it well

They poke the bear watch me give em hell

I do not laugh

I am not for gels