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Nothing Like This
Hip-Hop
Nothing Like This was released on October 24, 2025 by White Collar Rhymes as a part of the album I Guess It Was Me, Huh?
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Release DateOctober 24, 2025
LabelWhite Collar Rhymes
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pair-A-Dyce
Pair-A-Dyce
Rap
passive the rapper
passive the rapper
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Tyrone Wiggins Jr.
Kenneth Tyrone Wiggins Jr.
Composer
Erik Hopkins
Erik Hopkins
Lyrics
Lawrence Blackmer Jr.
Lawrence Blackmer Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KennethEnglish
KennethEnglish
Producer
Erik Hopkins
Erik Hopkins
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Graphic Design

Lyrics

Yeah I seen a lot, with both eyes closed
I don't like to lie, might get exposed
try to be kind, you would die if I don't
spend a long time, just a minding my own
I've seen the win blown, money in the spot
too high to reach but fuck it I'll try
dolla dolla bill, flip nickels into dimes
damn near done with 2025
Yeah, he who watches from above Down below is nothing new
Shady spirits in the afterlife Got their eyes on the remaining few
I was once a mortal man, petrified to face the truth
I recall upon a call that seemed to put your boy on clue
I've been trippin' on this environment They keep on raisin' the age of fuckin' retirement
 Funds disappearin' like my lungs on its night shift
Talk to me nicely, tonight I might quit Sick days, minimum wage, middle life crisis
It was never like this But I never got attached to the lifeless
Highs and the lows, look at all we accomplished And look what we accomplished
Come skate on ice tonight with me
And if you're scared of heights Put your hands on your knees
And shake it like you need new batteries
I just wanna coach you casually
Come skate on ice tonight with me
And if you're scared of heights Put your hands on your knees
And shake it like you need new batteries
I just wanna coach you casually
Another day another dolla, I just wanna quit my job
But my baby need a bottle, I’ma father no façade
Everybody wanna talk about they problems to me
Now I’m kinda understanding why god let em be
Staring through my review I’m steady waiting for the crash
If they take me from this earth then I’m worth lotta cash
Should I swerve in the ditch, just to make my son rich
But we get along so good that it just make me kinda sick
Runnin it back, I’m like a G, I got to get up out my head
in a meeting brain bleeding kinda feelin like I’m dead
Got me scrollin Instagram, I’m tryna take away the pain
Tryna text a bad bitch but she ain’t giving me game
Feelin drained, I’ma lame, I just wanted life to change
But I cut so many people off the shit is such a shame
Now they look at me like he ain’t even what he wanna claim
Feelin broke, I’ma joke, I don’t hope, I’m estranged
Look at what this cost me, feelin kinda frosty
Tryna hug me back but I just told em get up off me
Police wanna chalk me, tryna catch me off beat
Walkin on a bridge, on the ledge tryna toss heat
Leader of the people, never wanted none of that
When they wanted me to show em I should go and run it back
Try to undo what I did, delegatin some of that
They don’t want you when you live, through trauma of pack
Come skate on ice tonight with me
And if you're scared of heights Put your hands on your knees
And shake it like you need new batteries
I just wanna coach you casually
Come skate on ice tonight with me
And if you're scared of heights Put your hands on your knees
And shake it like you need new batteries
I just wanna coach you casually
Written by: Erik Hopkins, Kenneth Tyrone Wiggins Jr., Lawrence Blackmer Jr.
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