No Equal

[Intro]
Yeah (No, no no no)
Yeah, no (Iced Out Angels!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Guami going stupid!)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Japanese denim, I'm rocking Evisu
You need me, well bitch I don't need you
Snakes in the grass, man these people so evil
No competition, I don't got no equal
Try to play me but you so damn see-through
I'm a Slayworld soldier, I don't fuck with no people
I get so damn high 'cause I'm so damn low
I just pop me a Perc and I soar like an eagle
This time last year I was down on my ass
Life got better when I got to the bag
I was so damn lost, it was so damn sad
Must be doing something right 'cause I got 'em so mad
Mad, mad, mad, they pissed off
Pockets on fat, no Rick Ross
I pull up to the scene, all eyes on me
They staring like I was the big dogs

[Verse]
They staring at me when I walk through
I ain't the one though but watch who you talk to
Slay number one, we ain't top two
No confidence, boy this shit can get hostile
Put a rack on his head like who this?
Goonie act tough in the group text
I stay by myself counting new checks
And I been verified, fuck a blue check, aye
Yeah, you worried 'bout the wrong thing, better get your bag up
No, your whip real fast, my whip go faster
I don't know that bitch, I'm still gon' tax her
And I know you don't got it like that but [?]

[Bridge]
Yeah, you worried 'bout the wrong thing, better get your bag up
No, your whip real fast, my whip go faster
I don't know that bitch, I'm still gon' tax her
And I know you don't got it like that but [?]

[Chorus]
Japanese denim, I'm rocking Evisu
You need me, well bitch I don't need you
Snakes in the grass, man these people so evil
No competition, I don't got no equal
Try to play me but you so damn see-through
I'm a Slayworld soldier, I don't fuck with no people
I get so damn high 'cause I'm so damn low
I just pop me a Perc and I soar like an eagle
This time last year I was down on my ass
Life got better when I got to the bag
I was so damn lost, it was so damn sad
Must be doing something right 'cause I got 'em so mad
Mad, mad, mad, they pissed off
Pockets on fat, no Rick Ross
I pull up to the scene, all eyes on me
They staring like I was the big dogs