Ea$y Money - Compared to You lyrics

[Sample:] Compared to you. . [Verse 1: Termanology] Compared to you, I'm Jesus Christ He gutta like the peas at night, sling keys of white Termanology, you really can spit You really are sick, ST. up in this b**h-- sh** This beat sound like RZA had a son And named him Lee Bannon, got oz's of salmon That fishscale raw bu*ter motherf**er Don't confuse me with no other funny cat Chris Tucker This (?)'ll bring ruckus to you s**as Don't trust us, we the crustiest brothers with no ducats 'Caine lovers, get stuck with hospital bills for punches My squad third graders, at noon we eat lunches You sweet, scrumptious. Candy-coated This cannon in my hand reloaded, blam-- it's over She got a fatty? f** how her face look Shorty wanna get poked, and not on no Facebook [Verse 2: Ea$y Money] Uh. Listen-- ST. squad thugga, keep it raw gutta f**ing with one, gotta bring it to all of us Your broad love us. All I tell her is, "come here," Then she point at her face and tell me, "come here," Too fly. No way you can com-pare She blow me and Term, swallow a cum pair Go home and kiss you with tongue, ear It's so unfair, f** it homie, I'm done here Come right back like bad karma Razor sharp thoughts will pierce through that armor Attract drama, that's my persona He act feminine I'm going to put a purse on him Bet the shine give you glau-coma And this gun put you to sleep, slip you into a Glock-coma You not a thug, never been the type to load a pis-tol You a f*g, the type to swallow a load and piss, too [Verse 3: Termanology] Hopping out the Scion with my face on it Driving through Helltown with the ba** booming That's street sh**, ST. to the d**h Al Pacino and Nino, mixed in the flesh It's movie time, them Ricans that make peliculas Beef with us? That's preposterous, obvious you just talking sh** I got my boots on, and they ain't just for walking sh** They for stomping sh**. We from the projects, b**h! Hunh. No comparison to my arrogance When it comes to the babble fast flows you either mastered it Yup, I'm like Kool G Rap smashing sh** You like an average rapper that I'd embarra** quick Come through my block, we got it locked, like Fort Knox We trizz them out, give Kim and Kourtney co*ks Ha. One, two, and you don't stop. We make the crowd move back-- [Verse 4: Ea$y Money] Hey yo, we move packs. Hold gats like we above the law Rep the city right above the Law-- I'm so Helltown Ea$y Money, ST. is the fam-ily We all nice with the rhyme, the whole fam illy See my presence is an artist's convention Without the pencil, I draw your attention Have trouble with it and it's hard comprehending How y'all talk the best and my squad isn't mentioned Walk with a limp and carry myself Like the flyest sh** ever, I could marry myself Flow retarded, it should ride the mini school bus So your petty rhymes miniscule to us Never get it confused because I flow awesome Most of my team put in bids no auction We cop coke, bag up and deal it Y'all cop coke to wash down your meal with