文本歌词

Ok
I'm bottle popping
I'm
I make colorado rocking
Deep in that 303
I got a model jocking
She say her man's a physician
I tell her mommy stop it
Restrain your competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
B***h ain't no competition
My city
Behind me
Your b***h
Beside me
You haters
Come find me
And on this microphone
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
B***h ain't no competition
My city
Behind me
Your b***h
Beside me
You haters
Come find me
And on this microphone
Where my haters at
Where my haters at
Said I was dead when I left there
Hell no nigger
I made it back
Now you niggers gotta fade to black
So d**n hungry
I ate the mat
I'm the beast
The west coast
In the belly of industry club
And I'm raining stacks
Name another artist who harder than me
Who's smarter than me
I'm smart as a harvard degree
In the dark
I'm a with the beat
Don't argue with me
These artists are weak
I'm arguably
The best with these bars
So they start talk about
I made a small fortune without drawing
Just made it middle man
Now I'm f**king with a million
I ain't even have to touch one kilogram
I remember when you rappers home boy that's your marketing plan
Ain't nothing wrong with catching a ride
But some wrong with niggers that I catch in a lie
Back to the flow
Passing you h*es
Passion and flow
Throw cash on the floor
Going back to the mall
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
B***h ain't no competition
My city
Behind me
Your b***h
Beside me
You haters
Come find me
And on this microphone
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
B***h ain't no competition
My city
Behind me
Your b***h
Beside me
You haters
Come find me
And on this microphone
Where my haters at
Where my haters at
Where my raiders at
Where my chuck taylor's at
Spit neck gasoline
No vaseline
Naming on the dude of this grind
Working like a half machine
Go ask your team
Music is loosing its mind
S**t is like a travesty
Is so whack to me
I could put a hundred dudes in a lot
And they all practically sound the god d**n same
We the best in the biz
You ain't gotta give me the crown cause I took it in the past 10 years
When it come to this lyrical spit
Tell me who f**king around with young crooked
The answer is none rappers I'm popping like pac the 90's
Niggers get hit up
Finishing a nigger
That thing he gonna run up on a general criminal
I'm general principle
I'ma give him a bullet
The momentum is gonna spin him around
And I'ma give him another round
Get rid of him
Ladies and gentlemen I am the future
The whole wide world is cob
You're on your grind
Then I salute you
Sooner or later you gonna see
What's our only mission
Knock you out the number one position
Our position
I got 99 problems
One ain't competition though
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
B***h ain't no competition
My city
Behind me
Your b***h
Beside me
You haters
Come find me
And on this microphone
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
B***h ain't no competition
My city
Behind me
Your b***h
Beside me
You haters
Come find me
And on this microphone