Lil Jay - Competition lyrics

TookaVille, I rep the sh** Sneak Dissing meet the ex of it Say f** Tooka you meet the clip Yo mans die, you still ain't on sh** Respect, yeah I earned the sh** Disease gun leave you burning sh** Burn n***as like I burn blank discs King Lil Jay for president n***a dissing on me, that's d**h row And you know I keep the strap like Velcro No Taco Bell, but I keep the shells though JMoney got called on d**h row You a singer, or a rapper I'm a real n***a, I'll clap ya Catch Lil Durk, put him in the dirt Feed the boys clip, and my mans said he a actor Me I got shot But you know that ain't stop Me from getting this guap Any send ebt every sending shots Do a hit on 064, now the block hot Free Wee Wee C, balla 50 shot .223, it'll make a n***a diddy bop Team no lacking so you know I gotta keep a shot Do a hit up in traffic Stretch a n***a out like elastic Make ya guys disappear like magic Get money, k** a opp, that's a pa**ion You a lame n***a, you ain't wit it You paranoid, just admit it R.I.P. To my competition I'm taking over my city n***as mad cause they know it's my time Like madden so I can't get signed Put money on my head, they tryin So hard but I'm still on my grind n***a said my name for no reason My flow hard like cement It's a cold world, n***a you anemic You GDK, but ya daddy was a region These for the n***as that don't know I be throwing bullets, Tony Romo Pull up in a 4 door with a 4-0 Make ya body go up and down like a yo-yo If he one, to the game I don't see Any n***a in the streets that's hot as me Got a deal now, so you getting money I remember them days when you was bummy Dirty n***a, skinny pants, and Mohawk Semi auto with a stove, take ya nose off Sipping Act til a young n***a doze off All you n***as catching bullets like Randy Moss Got my choppa in the car like Rick Ross I'll crucify a n***a, nail him to the cross I don't see the competition, eyes on the boss Hollow tips make ya jump like Kriss-Kross These n***as got me f**ed up, why the wasting my time Say they gone k** me, say they in the streets, I swear to God they lying When I see em, them n***as dying, it's get rich or die trying Thirty shots all in my nine, shoot NumbaNine bout nine times