Verse 1:
This the sound of the decade, first heard it just a year ago
The compliment to help me top, inventive and I’m lyrical
Like poetry in a love letter to your first love
Talking bout some cheesy things, then pressure her to give it up
I’m rebranding from my first act, but I’m not giving up
Now I’m the one dunkin’ the ball, dropped all these fuckin’ donuts
Think my first EP was trash, but them numbers still go up
Watch what happens as my artistry grows up (Go up against me)
You making beats like bunnies are making babies
You droppеd two albums yesterday, man that’s so crazy (Wow, that's wild)
I’m tracking all your streaming, nothing rеally phased me
The data’s giving “you got minus numbers with your banking”
Call Charlie Brown and Linus Van Pelt, I need a blankie
It’s cold outside, the lack of heat that y’all been making
The line is drawn so cautious not to overstep on boundaries
Or fall short (do not step on my toes)
Damn, I’m the only one whose eating at this food court
Chorus:
Got you scared? You can’t compare, it’s only day 1 (Got you scared? You can’t compare, it’s only day 1)
Your bread is stale I bring the sauce, they call me a1 (Your bread is stale I bring the sauce, they call me a1)
Every artist has their niche it’s no comparison (Every artist has their niche it’s no comparison)
Not every artist can be me, it’s no comparison (Not every artist can be me, it’s no comparison)
(no comparisons, no comparisons, no comparisons, no comparisons)
Verse 2:
I been writing on this shit, for too long
Somebody wants to prove me wrong, it’s no comparison
I’m unspittable
Always look presentable
My rhetoric’s bezerk
How does he think of these words, and still manage to keep a flow?
Merribieum Websters Dictionary would define that as the GOAT
When I’m networking I’m not looking for someone to promote
I’m seeking out my future staff, it’s me you will be working for
Not in the studio, I’ve got a pro, you need to clean my floors
And wash my drawers, and do my chores, and shop at stores that don’t sell clothes beecause I’m already at those
I’m tryna stay ahead
This the sound of the decade
All you dickheads hide your faces
Ready for the masquerade
Ready for the massacre
All these rappers getting slaughtered
They been laying none but heat
But the beats are always thoughtless
Chorus:
Got you scared? You can’t compare, it’s only day 1 (Got you scared? You can’t compare, it’s only day 1)
Your bread is stale I bring the sauce, they call me a1 (Your bread is stale I bring the sauce, they call me a1) (oh, oh, woah)
Every artist has their niche it’s no comparison (Every artist has their niche it’s no comparison)
Not every artist can be me, it’s no comparison (Not every artist can be me, it’s no comparison)
Verse 3:
My mind is overwhelmed, a little to exciting
I can not comprehend the shit that I am writing
I’m addressing what I’m seeing, I’m a blessing, best believe it
I’m got messages for days, not all of y’all wanna hear it
But the ones who I got listening to this right now
If there’s something that you wanna make, go make it right now
You’re the one to perfect it, nobody else can create it
So go be creative, you think I wrote this in one try
First was “it’s gon be alright”, i’ll admit that it’s alright
I mean I’m having a hard time, but it could be a worse life yo
So go make that verse right (go and make your fucking verse right, bitch yo)
A story teller, so of course I gotta go somewhere
I’m always walking in my music videos who cares?
Got Italian from my mama, got my bite back from the ashes
Generations that had struggled, so that I could be relaxing
And I make everyone proud, because i’m tryna be proactive
And if I endure the struggle of being a lousy last kin
That wouldn’t be much of a comparison
I used to write bout starting fires to escape what I was feeling
That’s when my music became fire, it’s cause i really meant my lyrics
Your music about to fail because you don't actually feel it
Chorus:
Got you scared? You can’t compare, it’s only day 1 (Got you scared? You can’t compare, it’s only day 1)
Your bread is stale I bring the sauce, they call me a1 (Your bread is stale I bring the sauce, they call me a1)
Every artist has their niche it’s no comparison (Every artist has their niche it’s no comparison)
Not every artist can be me, it’s no comparison (Not every artist can be me, it’s no comparison)
[Instrumental Break]
Outro:
I been writing on this shit for too long
I been writing on this, I been writing on this
I been writing on this shit for too long
I been writing on this, I been writing on this
Been writing on this shit for too long
I been writing on it, I been writing on it
I been writing on this shit for too long
