Lyrics No One Like Me - Veyster

I was gonna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been
There's no one can stop me
Links is a conqueror

No, I'm Alexander
He's no Alexander
I'm the best ever
There's never been anybody as ruthless

I'm Sonny Liston
I'm Jack Dempsey
There's no one like me
I'm from the Air Force

There's no one that can match me
My style is impetuous
My defense is impregnable
And I'm just ferocious

I want your heart
I want to eat his children
Praise be to Allah

Nah, it ain't no one like me
Born realer, born sinner

Born realer, born sinner
I'm gon' get it
Tried to em' bout my problems they ain't listen
So much hate in the city
They'll shut that shit down if you ain't with me
I'll say that shit again if you ain't hear it

Nigga, about my food, I'm killer
About my paper, I'm different
Try to play me like I'm dumb
Pray to Allah you don't go missing

I hit your bitch
I wasn't trying, cause Dre was with me
He ain't press me IRL, but shit, oh well, cause drac was with me
Cause gang was with me

Not gang affiliated
I told you how it was
Now they hit my phone like, Vey, you made it
They like, Vey, you famous

But I put in that work, nigga
Ain't no shameless
We ain't selling no drank
We'll pour up a four, four times, lil' nigga and face it

I ain't scraping no pot, nigga
I had to break me a lock
I can't trap in a basement

A lot of the niggas who doubted on me
be the same motherfuckers like save me
I ain't never had no cape
We was in the crib

We ain't had no cable
If rap don't work, I don't give no fuck, nigga
I'm still gonna get paper
Sheesh

Got what I want
Then I got lazy
Can't box me in
I'm back in my bag

Look, nigga, it ain't no faking
At this point, if you ain't got no cheese
then you just hating
They all switched

I stayed the same
Nigga, it's that same old Veyster
La Di, Da Di
You too fine

I want your body
All of my niggas gonna eat
I ain't trying to die young
I feel like Roddy

Try to scrap in the function
We gon' box you out like Dennis Rodman
I'ma get up and get it every day of the month
For the week, nigga, ain't no stopping

My brother's here, but it hurt
I still miss gang
I still miss Doccy
I still miss Pat

I still miss Randy
Still running from all my problems
I got so many problems
Shit so deep, this pape won't solve it

Aw, man
Vey, you snapping
They can't stop you

Fuck it, I can't take you back after he touched it
Stand on biz
If we ain't talking about no money
then it's nothing

I ain't doing no cuffing
Just fucking
I hit from the back, and I swear that she love it
I'm busting

I got my strap in a function
Pat me down
Then I ain't coming
Dummy

Fuck it
Can't take you back after I love you
Niggas talking super crazy
Nigga, it ain't no discussion

Should of put me in my yearbook as the one
I been had money
On the way outside, I deal as if I walk in with my brothers
Fuck it