EJ Mackavelli - Cut The Comparison

These niggas is. yeah, uh look, look

You niggas airing em, cut the comparison
Niggas ain't running a match
And guess I embarrassed em, stand there and stare at em
Can't give a sucker a dap
I'm on the hunt for the racks, they are running and ducking
And hunching they back
Nigga it's no coming back, your gone
Promise it's no coming back your corn

You niggas airing em, cut the comparison
Niggas ain't running a match
And guess I embarrassed em, stand there and stare at em
Can't give a sucker a dap
I'm on the hunt for the racks, they are running and ducking
And hunching they back
Nigga it's no coming back, your gone
Promise it's no coming back your corn

Get straight to cooking, the way that it's looking
Y'all putting my city in doubt
If these niggas up next
Put me on FunkFlex
Cut the oblivion out
I had to figure it out
Fuck it do something that really could bounce
Ain't taking no losses, they told me slow down my horses, but nigga I really could joust
So, what is it really about

And shit will get Litty for facts
I'm telling you niggas, we way to efficient, to ever just sit and relax
I told em they swipe insufficient
No chicken, the bank just suspended they racks
You ain't getting no pity for that
Nigga done lost his little missy for that
Bro, he bitches and he mad

And these niggas they still stuck
Nigga we still up, count them real bucks
Talking bill bucks, these niggas slow buck
We do not slow up, cash roll up, hold up

You niggas airing em, cut the comparison
Niggas ain't running a match
And guess I embarrassed em, stand there and stare at em
Can't give a sucker a dap
I'm on the hunt for the racks, they are running and ducking
And hunching they back
Nigga it's no coming back, your gone
Promise it's no coming back your corn

You niggas airing em, cut the comparison
Niggas ain't running a match
And guess I embarrassed em, stand there and stare at em
Can't give a sucker a dap
I'm on the hunt for the racks, they are running and ducking
And hunching they back
Nigga it's no coming back, your gone
Promise it's no coming back your corn

Can't give a sucker a dap, nigga can't pay me to hop on they soundtrack
Nigga I'm beasting forever, everything you are piecing together, it sounds Wack
Beat selection is decent however
Mackavelli I'll never allow that
First, they this and now they that
Fake love I'm never around that

Really fuck all of your feelings and thoughts
Counted me out, committed for sure
Came with drip I been I had the sauce
Nigga they know that I'm Jiggy galore
Jenny and all
Baby I sip to refill up the pour, shit (Sip up to pour, sip up to pour)
Time to get rich we all oh so sick of the poor (So sick of the poor, sick of the poor)

It's nothing, it's none to me
Involve in something gone for none
Shit, all or none, all or none it's all or nothing
We go all for fronting, please stop that fronting nigga

You niggas airing em, cut the comparison
Niggas ain't running a match
And guess I embarrassed em, stand there and stare at em
Can't give a sucker a dap
I'm on the hunt for the racks, they are running and ducking
And hunching they back
Nigga it's no coming back, your gone
Promise it's no coming back your corn

You niggas airing em, cut the comparison
Niggas ain't running a match
And guess I embarrassed em, stand there and stare at em
Can't give a sucker a dap
I'm on the hunt for the racks, they are running and ducking
And hunching they back
Nigga it's no coming back, your gone
Promise it's no coming back your corn

Written by:
Eric Mack

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