Can’t be me

I’m tired of being compared, unaware.

Like I ain’t the one keeping my fair share.

Ain’t ever good enough, can’t reach the bar.

It’s a game and the end is far.

I ain’t the one keeping score.

It might just be you feeling sore.

Keep saying “must be nice, wish I had that”

And don’t have a clue where to get it at.

With how much I’ve earned and what I’ve done.

I’ve gone through a lot just to get it son.

Not being ungrateful, that ain’t what I said.

It just takes a lot to get that bread.

Earn a little, or a lot. Don’t look at what I got.

I put in the time, I put in the work.

It’s a blue collar on my shirt.

I earned what I got and I’ll get more.

This ain’t the fight you’re looking for.

So don’t compare, just be free.

It ain’t easy being me.

They say that to compare is the thief of joy.

But they don’t say it can also annoy.

You’re not like me, we aren’t the same.

So out your mouth, don’t say my name.

I’ll stick to me and you do you.

Do you catch my drift, is it coming through?

You’re apples and I’m oranges but it don’t even matter see? Cause imitation is still the biggest form of flattery. Can’t master me, don’t come after me. You’ll catch a battery , I’m too old to run but I got that bad in me.

Earn a little, or a lot. Don’t look at what I got.

I put in the time, I put in the work.

It’s a blue collar on my shirt.

I earned what I got and I’ll get more.

This ain’t the fight you’re looking for.

So don’t compare, just be free.

It ain’t easy being me.