Comrade H - Prelude

{Intro - Faruk Saan}

Who is Comrade H?
Some say he’s a man of many talent
A species we’ve never seen before
But you bout to find out…
Soo…

{Verse 1 - Comrade H}

I’m just a kid (Kid)
I’ve been living on the street (Street)
Got something special about me (Me)
My aura supreme
Watching my enemies pree
Fellas! “Keep on watching!” (Cheeez)
Got the ride, the style, my team with me
Nothing you gon do bout it (No)
On my grind, it’s while, I’m not gonna stop
Tell me! who’s gonna stop me?

Aiming to be at top, it’s hard, most people tend to flop
I’ve been living my life as a king, (of course) (King) and paigons want me to drop
Straight on thе floor
I’m not giving up (No)
I am an underdog ready to brawl (Woah)
Pass me thе gloves, I’m ready to duck
Like Tyson, ready for the upper cuts (Uh, huh)
Born a winner
However, they all think I’m a sinner (Get out of my face)
Really debating and wanting to know whether hating on me, is part of your game
“Don’t really care about your shit”
“Just wanna make my money in peace”
If you got beef, pull up on the street, come put your money where your mouth is (on God)

{Chorus - Comrade H}

Get lit with my day ones
Out here with my chains on
See me rocking out Jay 1
More p’s we’re stacking on
Stop talking like shit, bet you hate this life that I live
Don’t compare yourself with me
Me and you are not the same

Get lit with my day ones
Out here with my chains on
See me rocking out Jay 1
More p’s we’re stacking on
Stop talking like shit, bet you hate this life that I live
Don’t compare yourself with me
Me and you are not the same

{Verse 2 - Faruk Saan}
Uh (Faruk Saan)

Aim for the top
Niggas wanna see me flop
But they ain't got nothing on us (ahhh)
Life is a bitch
So, I'm tryna find a bitch
Shopping around with some crocs
I'm bout to slide with socks
Look at the hair
She got the nubbian locks
You want my bitch
Yeah bro good luck
But you first you gone have to (unlock)

Investing and taking the stocks from the industry
Looking like daphne, yeah she a mystery
Better go stretch, don’t want no Injuries
Looking like (ahhhhhhhhhhh)
I'm bout to Schooby the hella This bish (wooo)
Work on yourself, take personal trips (yeah)
Keep 100 and call it a tip (ay)
Yeah I got bars like chip didi chip (chip chip chip)

2am on a Sunday morning Imma hit it Jehova today (yeah)
Hours later I be on my knees but the things that I did, ain't pray
I'm tired as fuck (tired as fuck)
I gotta go work (gotta go work)
I'm bout to retire (about to retire)
From selling my merch (ah, huh)
Yall rappin bout popping a pill
And popping a bottle
But damn you forgot about bills (yeah)
And all of that flex (woo)
All of that drip (ay)
Tell me
How much you paid for your grills
You stupid asf (yeah yeah)
You gotta go work (gotta go work)
You bout to retire (bout to retire)
From selling that
Pussy!

{Chorus - Comrade H}

Get lit with my day ones
Out here with my chains on
See me rocking out Jay 1
More p’s we’re stacking on
Stop talking like shit, bet you hate this life that I live
Don’t compare yourself with me
Me and you are not the same

Get lit with my day ones
Out here with my chains on
See me rocking out Jay 1
More p’s we’re stacking on
Stop talking like shit, bet you hate this life that I live
Don’t compare yourself with me
Me and you are not the same