No Comparison

C. Henry


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Title No Comparison
Artist C. Henry
Year 2025
Released 2025-02-14
BPM 115
Artist Followers 12,490
Hometown United States - New Jersey - Brick Township
Artist Bio At the age of 25, New Jersey-born hip hop artist, producer, and songwriter Colin Henry (also known as C. Henry) has shown that his aggressive and lyrical style is unlike any other. Now residing in Ocean County, New Jersey, C. Henry has been making a name for himself since his musical inception in 2017. He started writing music at the age of 17 and recording music at the age of 19. In his 6 years as a recording artist, C. Henry has released 3 full-length projects (Almost Famous, Astral Plane, and Smooth Summer). C. Henry has garnered the attention of media outlets such as the NBA, WNBA, NHL, MSG Networks, Beats by Dre, and NBA 2k21. Inspired by ’90s and 2000s era hip hop/pop, he has created his own style of old school lyrics and new school production. Blending these hip hop and pop elements, C. Henry’s music is a reflection of his life, as he raps about his own experiences. Adding the drive and determination to be the best artist possible, fans will enjoy diving into the depths of his mind.
  • Composer

    Colin Henry

Lyrics

Hook:

Ain’t no comparison I'm feeling kinda arrogant so watch who you staring at cause I could do what you do,
Got it lost for a second now Im back without a care again embarrassing,
Cause I could do what you do,
You ain’t never had these bitches try to tear and snap a new valentino belt cause you can’t do what I do,
Had to pause for a second keep it straight for the record now you begging me cause you can’t do what I do.


Verse:

This bitch was never talking bout nothing it was easy,
Now I’m free and it’s about to be summer,
All you bitch ass rappers wanna flap y’all gummies,
But its lunch time hit the lunch line imma fill my tummy,
You was broke with no money,
You were cold it was sunny,
So I wrote something for you,
I ain’t trynna be funny,
You a hoe ass,
Getting passed around what a joke ass,
Hit below the belt where you blow at,
You don’t wanna know what you known as,
Quick hit gone like a floor mat,
Always come around for the blow back,
I was shooting movies like Kodak,
You Hitting up my line I ain’t trynna play phone tag,
I was in your old friend finding where her throat at,
Might as well say it, we ain’t never have to go back,
Old memories surface now you so mad,
Damn and I know you so mad,
I was in the 4th quarter clutching up the game,
One-foot-off the glass bron james,
Like drake Things would never be the same,
Knew that shit would get this big tom hanks,
Always say my prayers and my thanks,
Cause the lairs of the snakes,
Wanna stare from the blades oh man,
So I gotta share all my cake,
With my fam when it bakes,
Just to piss y’all off oh damn.

Hook

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