When I think about comparisons I think about how we compare our sins, but it's really just a pair of sins Like when our parents sin, and we spare our sense And we share our sins like when a parrot sins I'm staring since the fact, is that it's sad but true that This is what we do as Americans in rap, but (It's a trap) And in the same way, another game's played And it happens all the time like holiday parades It's the idea that, when we measure success It's a war with ourselves on whether we're blessed So we're fighting our shadow, internal battles, trying to decide on how well we rap But our dreams won't last if we can't get past the past 'cause (It's a trap) Now I think of how i've failed in every one of these tests Just like when I used to front, because I wanted respect And so I tried so hard to fake like I belonged in a club But in the end I fell. I guess I wasn't a thug I also used to try to look at other people who sinned And like a Pharisee I scoffed, 'cause I thought, that I was better than them I never tried to understand what was behind their decisions And I didn't recognize that, the log that I had, was blinding my vision I just assumed that, I was immune to that, because I knew that, I wouldn't do THAT But by doing that, I just proved that, I COULD lose track, and then do it back Or even worse stuff, like prideful arrogant, hurtful stuff Like saying I was better 'cause of church and it sucks Cause a lot of what i've learned is the knowledge that the world is in need of love It's common having greed and stuff, and it's something that I'm guilty of But what I'm really wanting's to move past my trash to do lasting acts that'll fill me up 'Cause there's nothing more satisfying than coming in As I'm crying and humbly recognizing that someone like me can change So I'm a make it plain and i'll show em my faith in gaining a whole other way to play the Comparison game It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him No need to fill the gap (It's a trap) It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him No need to fill the gap (It's a trap) I love to dip in my whip, it's a Volvo, 2009 Couldn't get a new one, but it's blue and it's like new so really I'm doing fine Cause what I used to drive was also a blue Volvo but a '96, and if you Tried to tried to tune into the radio station you would just get sick of all the Rattling, shaking and creaking, I went berserk Had to put a boombox in the backseat with the bluetooth cause the radio didn't work But I was still grateful to drive it, in a season of strugglin' and strivin' Cause it meant I could live my life and always have me a ride Without relying on mass transit ridin' But going back I remember the time when, that bus was freedom, as a kid Only way I got around were the wheels on my bike, and finally I didn't need 'em But way back, I remember what I felt like, I wanted that first bike SO BAD, that I was ignoring all the other blessings that I had It was a pattern that was bad for my health, cause I could Only see others... compared to myself And every comparison was an awareness in the sin of regretful jealousy But then friends would see me and see only good, they failed to see The rest, the struggles and drama within my family All they saw were all the issues I conquered or dealt with handily And umm... it's kinda silly, if they'd been deliberate, they woulda Seen that my mistakes are not better or worse, they're just kinda different So if you live for Christ and you wanna get far Take it from my man, Admiral Ackbar Everybody wants that fame (Fame), but what if it comes with pain? No one can possibly win comparison games It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap) It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap) I never did like making comparisons, I tried to act like I never really cared again But every time that I would get compared to them I had to change my shoes, clothes, and hair again And I was scared again, 'cause what are they gonna say When they see the same jeans that I wear again Or the soles on my shoes that are wearing thin Plus a coat that my brother had to share again And it's like that, I can't fight that, 'cause it might last into night class In the end, all I really want is my pass, to get approval from the people in the hype class When I look back now, then I might laugh, 'cause I write raps and you might clap But as a kid without identity comparisons to frenemies is real, but it's a trap So our kids are in a pickle trynna match this Chasin' peer approval like they're it, playin' monkey in the middle And I know it sounds fickle, but the trap is If you got a penny then you mad at the one who's got a nickel So it's gonna take a little bit of practice Chasin' after God who created you with purpose and a mission And it seems like a riddle, but the fact is He proclaims that you're very good, all you gotta do is listen So now I know that life isn't just a competition When I see what you got, I don't think of what I'm missin' If I write my story based on yours then that is truly fiction 'Cause it's already been written by the one who's truly risen Now I share that, and I care that I can give His love by makin others aware of that On the day He made us our Father declared that The bread of life made us all beyond compare - facts So if we forget that we were made in His image And hold up what someone else got, that is a shame 'Cause we'll go 0-and-forever when we try to play them games It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap) It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)

'Cause I've been watching it all 'Cause I've been watching it all 'Cause I've been watching it all 'Cause I've been watching it all 'Cause I've been watching it all You've been cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies You've been kissing every girl in sight You've been cheating and telling me lies You've been messing around, it's over now You've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me lies You've been kissing every girl in sight You've been cheating and telling me lies You've been messing around, it's over now You've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me lies Cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies Cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies You've been messing around, it's over now Telling me Telling me Telling me lies Telling me Telling me Telling me lies 'Cause I've been watching it all Telling me Telling me Telling me lies Telling me Telling me Telling me lies 'Cause I've been watching it all Telling me Telling me Telling me lies Telling me Telling me Telling me lies You've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me lies You've been kissing every girl in sight You've been cheating and telling me lies You've been messing around, it's over now You've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me lies You've been kissing every girl in sight You've been cheating and telling me lies You've been messing around, it's over now You've been creeping while I'm sleeping and telling me lies Cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies Cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies Cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies ('cause I've been watching it all) Cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies Cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies Cheating while I'm sleeping and telling me lies 'Cause I've been watching it all

Through the good, bad, ups, and downs Knock me down Fast money i'm addicted to the fast life That's why I grind hard like X gamers on half pipes Since I lost Lil E shit aint been right Been restless tossing and turning in my sleep at night Life's a nasty bitch fuck whoever she can That's why I stay protected call me Trojan Man I'm still the same man never acting brand new Just grew the fuck up Maybe you should too Money can change a nigga Distant close friends But the real ride it out from beginning to the end Born alone you die alone and never see it coming Hope over the obstacles Keep running the race you running I feel the fame coming Success is near No matter how far I go don't forget my peers Willie Bank$$$ we here Haterproof then made it It's a family thang So fuck all who hate It's Taz Through the good, bad,ups, and downs Niggas hating wanna still my crown Still Standing can't knock me down Never worry cause I know that we gone be Alright Yea Say we gone be alright Yea yea Oooooo Sometimes life get hard You can't even find your way Somedays Bill collector calling me Ain't shit changed since yesterday You can't get what i ain't got No Just keep working hard If they gone hate Let them hate your grind Never switch up Never gave in Never gave up Just wait and pray Each and everyday You moves on it's way At the top your stay Through the good, bad,ups, and downs Niggas hating wanna still my crown Still Standing can't knock me down Never worry cause I know that we gone be Alright Yea Say we gone be alright Yea yea Oooooo The walls closing in on me I'm feeling claustrophobic The closer to my dreams I get the more i get nervous Haters want my mom planning funeral services They judge me everyday but I give the final verdict I'm the prince of this shit not fazed by servants I'm solid as a rock While they slither like a serpant Lost my motivation as a clown in the C.I.R.K.U.S Got it back with Haterproof Now i'm moving with a purpose Hard to stay afloat when being pulled ny anchors Grinding til i see money like a wall street banker Through the trials and tribulations i still push on See death before i let somebody take my throne Promise mom a house she gone get that Mortgage paid off so forget that No more struggling best believe that To my kids daddy got yall I mean that Through the good, bad,ups, and downs Niggas hating wanna still my crown Still Standing can't knock me down Never worry cause I know that we gone be Alright Yea Say we gone be alright Yea yea Oooooo

Ãhn, ãhn, ãhn I true with my pussy, baby Sabe sentar forte soa papa Surra front boa só da mama Tipo Queen Latifah, bomba de Hiroshima Só as equipadas, raba ak ka Tô nem ai pros seus rolo (Uh!) Pode somar com a minhas primas Eu não te amo e o troco É sexo e adrenalina Chama que eu vou tranquila Eu e o bonde das sinistra Põe na conta que as bandida' Paga a conta e se habilita' Na rua puxa fundamento Não pode ter emoção (Não) Um porco inteiro pra hoje Sustento a vida que eu levo Sustento o que sai da minha boca (Prrr) 'Cê baba na disposição Atividade, saca? Business Saber dar fuga, 171 Desci da garupa, 'tá mac! Sette sette, mete mete (Yeah!) Desce a raba canivete Mac Mac & Sette Sette (Money) Sette & Mac, money make (Money, money, hey) Desce a raba canivete Mac Mac & Sette Sette (Money) Sette & Mac, money make (Uhh) Mac & Sette, money make! 'Tô seguindo o caminho focada eu quero mais (Eu quero mais) Mais que ouro e prata, mais que amor e sexo mano Eu quero paz (Eu quero paz) Eu tô tranquila, tô tipo mec' Feat com a Mac, só biga rima Só big raba, the little mama Sou very hot (Hey) Mamacita caliente de lá Muita treta não tenta acompanhar Nós 'tâmo nisso a muito tempo (Hum) Já fazia parte ahazar Nós não é do hype, nós é do business Foda-se o close, eu quero dinheiro Apostando alto, jogando limpo Trabalhando muito tipo o dia inteiro Não é no chuveiro que eu faço meu corre Cantar é meu trampo, não, não é um hobbie Tipo Robin Hood versão feminina (Tirar tudo dos mano e dar pras mina) Hey, não esperava que eu fosse assim (Assim) Selvagem como o vento (Não) Seu mal é sempre desacreditar de mim Por isso te surpreendo (Yeah) E a carinha de bebê não te deixa ver Quanto corre tem aqui (É muito corre tem aqui) A história é longa eu 'tô sem tempo pro 'cê E um dia 'cê volta aí (Não volta, não) E não me julgue pra não ser julgado Sem tempo irmão pra esses papo errado Nem sempre quero 'tá de algum lado Tudo é questão de ponto de vista

Ay, what up y'all... this one's for all the homies I used to go to church with And shared the highs and lows in life, nah mean? Y'all know who you are You need a Sunday Squad you can go to church with To share all your joys and hurts with, so that you can Do life (So that you can do life) and everything is Alright (Everything is alright) You need a Sunday Squad spend half the day with A squad you can trust to pray with, for when you don't Feel right (When you don't feel right) so everything is Alright (Everything is alright) You need a dude like Clarence, a brotha that Connects with the homies, but also your parents I mean a solid dude who makes the bombest food And won't hesitate to show you he's committed and caring (Alright) And speaking of which, you need Karen (Yeah) she's quiet but In reality, the queen of hospitality (Yeah) Also makes food to make your palate scream But avoids the attention to keep a valid team Speaking of which, whatever team he on You need a dude to speak his mind like my man Kyon (Come on) He won't hold back what he's thinking (Right?) But if a bully needs a word, he'll give it without blinking And there's Dave, he can teach you a lesson, about Being a consistent, non-anxious presence, and In the same vein, if you hang with Vanessa for Long enough, her baked goods are gonna bless ya (You know that's right) You need Jacob, the thoughtful and deeper one (Uh huh) You need Melvin, who always is lots of fun (Alright) You need Ariel, always comin' up with plans (Let's go) You need Eric who can fix anything with his hands (Let's do it) A squad like this, makes for good fellowship (Uh huh) Because without it the church would be hella sick (Hella sick) So if your church don't seem legit You might need to change up who you're doing it wit' You need a Sunday Squad you can go to church with To share all your joys and hurts with, so that you can Do life (So that you can do life) and everything is Alright (Everything is alright) You need a Sunday Squad spend half the day with A squad you can trust to pray with, for when you don't Feel right (When you don't feel right) so everything is Alright (Everything is alright) Dear Father forgive me 'cause I'm down here strugglin' Got my back against the wall and my thoughts keep jugglin' I'm trynna balance the game inside my brain with training At times I tap into Your source, I feel my soul's vibration These trials and tribulations that I'm facin' while I'm livin' Got me trynna live righteous, but they slang criticism Same folks in the church you find in the streets doin' dirt Dismiss they discretions and have the nerve to judge my worth But ain't it nice to know you got a friend in Jesus When the burden gets heavy and the prayers don't reach us Can't nobody do it better than Jehovah above And every time I mess it up He keep on showin' me love I need a Sunday squad for when them times get hard Gotta put on the whole armor of God and call a legion to war If Satan's on my back and I'm under attack (Then what?) My squad won't second guess, my Sunday squad'll react (That's wassup) For this verse I ain't saying no names, but certain People, yo, without 'em then life ain't the same Sometimes these folks are yelling and mad But I appreciate the good in 'em as well as the bad I'm talking bout the church gossip (Uh huh), they might not Know their behavior is toxic (Well) but maybe they work For the government (Okay) instead of judging it They'll resource the need after they uncover it And that one dude, who struggles with addiction Knows that bootstrappin' is a capitalist fiction (That's right) So if he gets clean (Uh huh) and knows the who's who He'll help others who struggle just like he used to (Yeah) And that's just a fraction of the pack of Jills and Jacks and whites and blacks you gotta Attract to build a faction of compassion in Action, so you can get some traction 'Cause back then, we was them, they was us, so don't Discount the squad in the back of the bus, you got a Choice now (Choice now), it'll determine whether you Walk fast alone, or far together You need a Sunday Squad you can go to church with To share all your joys and hurts with, so that you can Do life (So that you can do life) and everything is Alright (Everything is alright) You need a Sunday Squad spend half the day with A squad you can trust to pray with, for when you don't Feel right (When you don't feel right) so everything is Alright (Everything is alright) You need a Sunday Squad you can go to church with To share all your joys and hurts with, so that you can Do life (So that you can do life) and everything is Alright (Everything is alright) You need a Sunday Squad spend half the day with A squad you can trust to pray with, for when you don't Feel right (When you don't feel right) so everything is Alright (Everything is alright) For when you don't feel right (When you don't feel right) So everything is alright (Everything is alright) For when you don't feel right (When you don't feel right) So everything is alright (Everything is alright)

When I think about comparisons I think about how we compare our sins, but it's really just a pair of sins Like when our parents sin, and we spare our sense And we share our sins like when a parrot sins I'm staring since the fact, is that it's sad but true that This is what we do as Americans in rap, but (It's a trap) And in the same way, another game's played And it happens all the time like holiday parades It's the idea that, when we measure success It's a war with ourselves on whether we're blessed So we're fighting our shadow, internal battles, trying to decide on how well we rap But our dreams won't last if we can't get past the past 'cause (It's a trap) Now I think of how i've failed in every one of these tests Just like when I used to front, because I wanted respect And so I tried so hard to fake like I belonged in a club But in the end I fell. I guess I wasn't a thug I also used to try to look at other people who sinned And like a Pharisee I scoffed, 'cause I thought, that I was better than them I never tried to understand what was behind their decisions And I didn't recognize that, the log that I had, was blinding my vision I just assumed that, I was immune to that, because I knew that, I wouldn't do THAT But by doing that, I just proved that, I COULD lose track, and then do it back Or even worse stuff, like prideful arrogant, hurtful stuff Like saying I was better 'cause of church and it sucks Cause a lot of what i've learned is the knowledge that the world is in need of love It's common having greed and stuff, and it's something that I'm guilty of But what I'm really wanting's to move past my trash to do lasting acts that'll fill me up 'Cause there's nothing more satisfying than coming in As I'm crying and humbly recognizing that someone like me can change So I'm a make it plain and i'll show em my faith in gaining a whole other way to play the Comparison game It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him No need to fill the gap (It's a trap) It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him No need to fill the gap (It's a trap) I love to dip in my whip, it's a Volvo, 2009 Couldn't get a new one, but it's blue and it's like new so really I'm doing fine Cause what I used to drive was also a blue Volvo but a '96, and if you Tried to tried to tune into the radio station you would just get sick of all the Rattling, shaking and creaking, I went berserk Had to put a boombox in the backseat with the bluetooth cause the radio didn't work But I was still grateful to drive it, in a season of strugglin' and strivin' Cause it meant I could live my life and always have me a ride Without relying on mass transit ridin' But going back I remember the time when, that bus was freedom, as a kid Only way I got around were the wheels on my bike, and finally I didn't need 'em But way back, I remember what I felt like, I wanted that first bike SO BAD, that I was ignoring all the other blessings that I had It was a pattern that was bad for my health, cause I could Only see others... compared to myself And every comparison was an awareness in the sin of regretful jealousy But then friends would see me and see only good, they failed to see The rest, the struggles and drama within my family All they saw were all the issues I conquered or dealt with handily And umm... it's kinda silly, if they'd been deliberate, they woulda Seen that my mistakes are not better or worse, they're just kinda different So if you live for Christ and you wanna get far Take it from my man, Admiral Ackbar Everybody wants that fame (Fame), but what if it comes with pain? No one can possibly win comparison games It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap) It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap) I never did like making comparisons, I tried to act like I never really cared again But every time that I would get compared to them I had to change my shoes, clothes, and hair again And I was scared again, 'cause what are they gonna say When they see the same jeans that I wear again Or the soles on my shoes that are wearing thin Plus a coat that my brother had to share again And it's like that, I can't fight that, 'cause it might last into night class In the end, all I really want is my pass, to get approval from the people in the hype class When I look back now, then I might laugh, 'cause I write raps and you might clap But as a kid without identity comparisons to frenemies is real, but it's a trap So our kids are in a pickle trynna match this Chasin' peer approval like they're it, playin' monkey in the middle And I know it sounds fickle, but the trap is If you got a penny then you mad at the one who's got a nickel So it's gonna take a little bit of practice Chasin' after God who created you with purpose and a mission And it seems like a riddle, but the fact is He proclaims that you're very good, all you gotta do is listen So now I know that life isn't just a competition When I see what you got, I don't think of what I'm missin' If I write my story based on yours then that is truly fiction 'Cause it's already been written by the one who's truly risen Now I share that, and I care that I can give His love by makin others aware of that On the day He made us our Father declared that The bread of life made us all beyond compare - facts So if we forget that we were made in His image And hold up what someone else got, that is a shame 'Cause we'll go 0-and-forever when we try to play them games It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap) It's a trap, to look at him or her And think what would occur If we had this or that (It's a trap) It's a trap, no matter where you've been All gifts they come from Him, no need to fill the gap (It's a trap)

Call me G*Natural, when I'm on the mic, it's the place to be, cause everytime I Grab the mic, I gotta keep it 97 plus 3, so lemme get this Off my chest, a topic important that I gotsta mention, cause everytime I Grab the mic and rock it, it's the thing that grabs your attention, here's some clues Michael Jackson did this, in the title of a hit song, and not to Do this to a dead horse, but the Whispers said and it just goes on The Bangles told me they all had it, the Grizzlies made him their 2nd draft pick The word is a synonym for rhythm in a track, but it's getting away, we gotta bring it back I don't mind the fusion of hip-hop with R&B But way too many producers are doing this and I think it's a tragedy, you wouldn't make no Automobile with an audible wheel and then forget the driver's seat, so how you gonna Make a rap and then create a track with no discernable beat? C'mon now! Is it really that hard? I know how, to make a drum track move with a low growl Toss in a few jokes kinda lowbrow, without murdering the beat, Nicole Brown Oh wow, maybe that line just caught you by surprise, but that's what it's Like to be jonesing for a good beat, but the song is like "DENIED" Why you cut the beat out? I thought this was supposed to be a hip-hop joint Please don't cut the beat out, listening to a banging beat, that's half the point If you cut the beat out, I can feel the void from my ears into my brain And I won't say another rhyme, until you bring the beat back in again BRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK HOMIE, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK PLAYA, BRING THE BEAT BACK When I was a young man, 40s were a strong drink that'll get you lifted Now that I'm in my 40s, the new rap's got me feelin' antagonistic Don't get me wrong, I know it's artistic, but when you take the beat out, I miss it It's like, what are you, sadistic? I hope my mind will change, but I'm not optimistic So all you hip-hop producers, don't do me like that And if you take out the beat, then put it right back You've got control keep it going, otherwise the flow you're deploying will Not sound dope, but mostly annoying It's like you're in bed and you get a meddlesome knock at the door, or like you're At the zoo, the lion says to you, "I'm not gonna roar," because a Brotha like me is always gonna be hip-hop to the core, and so a Rap without a beat is cool but it's not hip-hop anymore, so please Go back to the track and just edit... Edit... Edit ... Otherwise you're showing me that you just don't get it... get it... get it... I bet it's Unintentional, but an accident, to put rap on a track that's lacking it You call that hip-hop, it's inaccurate, there is a matter of the beat you gotta factor in, and ride It like a tractor in the back green... Jump on it like trampoline, or bite In like a nectarine in a fruit salad, get a taste of a new palate Cause it's valid that the beat's stacked like a pallet jack, or a horse that'll gallop back To the man in a famous scene, was I born with it, or is it Maybelline? So if you're able lean to the side, throw ya hands up, and make a scene Cause when I spit fire on the track, I burn the mic, the clip, and the cabling, I'm Cold hearted, all my rap dreams have dearly departed, so all that I ask is Please keep the beat on the track, and all that mumble rap? DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED Why you cut the beat out? I thought this was supposed to be a hip-hop joint Please don't cut the beat out, listening to a banging beat, that's half the point If you cut the beat out, I can feel the void from my ears into my brain And I won't say another rhyme, until you bring the beat back in again BRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK HOMIE, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK, BRING THE BEAT BACK BRING THE BEAT BACK PLAYA, BRING THE BEAT BACK