No Competition

I swear to God it ain't no competition
They try to treat me like I'm not on top of my position
But I tell them brothers I'll kill them
Hit em up hang em kill em at random
Guns and ammo thugs and vandals
Candles on your graveside
They be acting brave, they go make me hit the red lights
I be catching rays, while you tryna save the daylight
No no no no no we don't work no 9 to 5
We make that music make you feel like ain't 95
These haters shooters killin pussy boys all around
I made it through the swords but I'm livin Khaled now
I'm Manny Pacquiao pussy yeah I knock it down
I got a coogi yeah I rock it and stock it now
No no mixin tequila and more
Feel like a pimp on the low
I got them lyrics to go
I just a A-lister now
So just go visit your soul
Because my killer's a pro
I havin dinner wit hoes
I made a milli or more
So when I step up in a cypher they respect it
Not only can I flow I put out 34 records
No no sucker see me I'm on a roll
Rollin with geniuses remarkable, marketable with the audio
Sellin em heliums, cellophane filled with cocaine
Every minute I make a digit
Ain't no short changing em
I made a deal wit the devil
I'm on a serious level
Embezzling treasures to send them back into the ghetto

Yeah
Look, I hold a globe like a FIFA champion
These other peoples can't
You ain't real I'm a hold you in my hand like cheeba plants
Throwing them shit at a my light
But am too bright, so I don't need the labels
Stampeded globe, and mark my territory peep my stamp, you know my stand
Monolithic from all they drama list it
All you little bitches suspicious swarming piranha districts
I ain't pausing fuck stopping ain't no commas wit this rhymes
stuck in your manual, they tryna shift it
I was built to hold microphone like the shot mouth
You shorty a knock out she better wit me in her bed wit a box out
Lift the shorty and go away it's the long rock out
Twist your body like a ice tray you bones pop out
So I ask questions, who what when, but you ain't aware
It's time to show these niggas I'm here like I aim the flare
Yeah like I'm fucking two bitches I came to share
Make ends meet and we could split it ends get tangle hair
Yeah good afternoon to you guys I'm immune to your ply
My flow ridiculous, cool so they ridicule, minimize
I eat with plastic fork ma silver spoon ain't arrive
I make it rain for awhile, got mine soon as I try
You break easy like Lorna do when you tuning in live
It's too late to pull me down with that balloon in the sky
I went out a space wit a can to paint and the paint roller
So please don't step on my burgundy moon til it dry