No Competition-Crooked I

No Competition - Crooked I 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**ch ain’t no competition My city, behind me, your b**ch, beside me You haters, come find me, And on this microphone Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition, Ain’t no competition, b**ch ain’t no competition My city, behind me, your b**ch, 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 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 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, b**ch ain’t no competition My city, behind me, your b**ch, beside me You haters, come find me, And on this microphone Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition, Ain’t no competition, b**ch ain’t no competition My city, behind me, your b**ch, 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, Sh*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 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 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**ch ain’t no competition My city, behind me, your b**ch, beside me You haters, come find me, And on this microphone Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition, Ain’t no competition, b**ch ain’t no competition My city, behind me, your b**ch, beside me You haters, come find me, And on this microphone.