No Comparison Young Drummer Boy (Ft. $tupid Young)
"No Comparison" by Young Drummer Boy (Ft. $tupid Young) is a hip-hop track released in 2021. The song explores themes of self-identity, resilience, and the struggle against comparison in the music industry. It features a blend of melodic hooks and hard-hitting beats, reflecting contemporary urban culture. The collaboration highlights diverse voices in hip-hop. #HipHop
[Intro]
No comparisons
Stop comparing him to me
Listen, hey, listen, hey
[Hook: Young Drummer Boy]
There's no comparison
Stop speaking on my name it’s embarrassing
I can tell you all these rappers that I'm better than
I don't got too many ops cause I bury them
Listen, there’s no comparison
Stop speaking on my name it's embarrassing
I can tell you all these rappers that I'm better than
But I'm counting too much money
Bringing them carats in
[Verse 1: Young Drummer Boy]
Bitch stop comparing me to them
I'm a king up in the streets, compared to many men
Air my name up on the block
You [?] it in
Ops mad cause the way I be mistreating them
Go ahead and pack your bags cause I'm moving in
32 up in the mag, I'm trying to squeeze ‘em in
You wasn't there for the L’s, where the fuck you been?
Now you blowing up my phone when you see me win (stop it)
Bitch stop it, gun so big that it’s looking like a rocket
I done took off, now these pretty bitches jockin'
Bitch I’m still working, everyday I gotta clock in
No comparisons
Stop comparing him to me
Listen, hey, listen, hey
[Hook: Young Drummer Boy]
There's no comparison
Stop speaking on my name it’s embarrassing
I can tell you all these rappers that I'm better than
I don't got too many ops cause I bury them
Listen, there’s no comparison
Stop speaking on my name it's embarrassing
I can tell you all these rappers that I'm better than
But I'm counting too much money
Bringing them carats in
[Verse 1: Young Drummer Boy]
Bitch stop comparing me to them
I'm a king up in the streets, compared to many men
Air my name up on the block
You [?] it in
Ops mad cause the way I be mistreating them
Go ahead and pack your bags cause I'm moving in
32 up in the mag, I'm trying to squeeze ‘em in
You wasn't there for the L’s, where the fuck you been?
Now you blowing up my phone when you see me win (stop it)
Bitch stop it, gun so big that it’s looking like a rocket
I done took off, now these pretty bitches jockin'
Bitch I’m still working, everyday I gotta clock in
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