Competition ft. DV, Quality TxxTurnt & KO OneHunnid Lyrics

I'm from Wilmington, where the bullshit gets cut

You can tell a fake nigga from the size of his gut

I get cash, that's why I know that you mad

Try to take away my paper then I'm kicking ya asstruth a team of destruction

We might cause a corruption

Please excuse this interruption this is no introduction

I moved away from all my enemies and got myself str8

Haters gone hate how can you blame em I am self made

Self made nigga, born of greatness

Speaking highly on myself if I said it I meant it

Losing ain't a option wipe the floor with these niggas

I'm getting low im pulling up kick the door on you niggas

Metaphorically speaking just take a look at my world

Need the money money power and fame, plus a lot of girls

Set tripping coppers talking red white and blue

Killing Bloods along with crips throwing KKKs at you!

Whatchu finna do, nah this aint no interview

Imma finish you in 3 minutes like an interlude

Talking bout you finna shoot, you ain't got no tool stupid fool

I'm a fresh ass nigga why they hating on the dude

My city is a town full of villains my nigga

We don't play, that's why my town the realest my nigga

I'm a product of my hood cause i'm speaking the truth

And i'm the only nigga outchea that ain't busting a deuce

Wassup

The game is in my pocket and the world is on my back

Best believe I've come to put my city on the map

Port city ENT we counting hella bucks

Competition is a must

And ion give a fuck

I heard they coming after me so imma go busting that nine cause really I ain't tryna leave

And ion give a fuck

Cause I'm on a money mission chasing all this chicken really ain't worried bout competition. Hey!

Imma Ralph Lauren rocking, fresh cherry popping, alley gang goblin!

Always on go bitch! Ain't no fucking stopping, she say I am popping

Yes that's why they jocking, you ain't competition

I'm always on a mission, while she cooking chicken

I beat her in the kitchen her walls end up missing

Somewhere there's no finding

I'm so fucking hot, that I got my own climate

Bitch!

And ion give a fuck. I heard they coming after me

So imma go busting that nine cause really I ain't tryna leave

And ion give a fuck I'm on a money mission chasing all this chicken

Really ain't worried bout competition

Hey!

You rappers bars are not appealing, the way you rap

I'm not feeling like listening to BS because nonsense is all I'm fearing

Every song you have is always talking about you drilling

My bars hot because they grilling, yo bars sorry boy they really need some healing

I am so willing to make a killing

There is no competition, look at the way you living it's fake and it's fiction

I'm taking off on you bastards changing the gears on my ignition

To Hell with the fame, I wipe my ass with recognition

I could care less about the money it's not like it's my addiction

I'm on a mission I plan on counting my riches

What's the sum of addition, me plus my passion driven to ambition?

I make rappers pissed off because greatness, is what I'm pissing

In this verse there's lessons to be given

So just listen to the peace of mind that's been missing

You rappers suck I'm a lyricist so Imma stick to the spitting

On you rappers I'm costing billions

I'm murdering rappers, call me the dread head villain

Now tell me, did I kill competition?

Rappers make me laugh, but goofy ass mistakes got me grinning

It's Port Squad baby, and we been winning

Let's get it!

And ion give a fuck

I heard they coming after me so imma go busting that nine

Cause really I ain't tryna leave

And ion give a fuck I'm on a money mission chasing all this chicken

Really ain't worried bout competition

Hey!