No Competition

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, bitch ain’t no competition

My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me

You haters, come find me,

And on this microphone

Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition,

Ain’t no competition, bitch ain’t no competition

My city, behind me, your bitch, 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 damn 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 fucking 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 hoes

… 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, bitch ain’t no competition

My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me

You haters, come find me,

And on this microphone

Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition,

Ain’t no competition, bitch ain’t no competition

My city, behind me, your bitch, 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,

Shit 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 damn 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 fucking 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, bitch ain’t no competition

My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me

You haters, come find me,

And on this microphone

Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition,

Ain’t no competition, bitch ain’t no competition

My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me

You haters, come find me,

And on this microphone.