No Competition

made a couple hundred then I went out and blew it

Bitches looking kinda blue but they Aint got a clue yet

See some snake ass bitches, I Aint been to the zoo yet

Fucked through all my hoes, boutta cop me a new set

 

People think they sitting pretty cuz they think that they know me

You bitches stay on my dick, why don’t you just go and blow me

Think I’d be afraid of heights since everybody below me

You Think that you’ll make it big well I call that shit bologna

 

You’ll never be grown, little pussy just face it

Got your rent on my wrist, it’s a cuban link bracelet

Bitches always copy me, might as well sit down and trace it

Bitch I’m one of a kind, no you can not replace it

 

No you can not replace me, but you’ll try to deface me

ya’ll bitches try to erase me, man you really amaze me

Think the hate would throw me off but that shit does not faze me

Bitch I’m winning the race, all you can do is chase me.

Say I’m trash? Slow down, bitch, let’s not be hasty

Yea I fucked your girl, but can you really blame me?

Say I can’t spit, boy, trying to shame me

But I clapped back quick, bitch, you cannot tame me.

 

I got racks, bitch, why don’t you come out and get some

Think you got more? Nah, that aint a threat, son

Got more talent than you and that’s just in my left thumb

Say I ain’t making money? Just go and check on my net sum.

 

I’m so high up I don’t know how to come down

All these rappers clowns, guess the circus is in town.

I’m the babysitter, take these kids to the playground

And if these bitches doubt me, I’ll give em six like a touchdown.

 

I got problems, but no, bitch, money is not one

Your bars slow to dry, might start calling them cotton

All your new shit is very quickly forgotten

I’m the new Holmes - and you’re just my Watson

 

This a tough biz but I decided to risk it

In the back of the Benz, your girl is giving me kisses

I’m the teacher now, so please sit down and listen

I’m failing all you hoes, can’t stand none of you bitches

 

Imma say it once more, then I’m finna stop

Your shit lame, boy, this shit a bop

You work real hard, but your shit’s gonna flop

I drive a Benz, you walk to the bus stop.

I’m the head wasp and your merely an ant

Look at me funny, put your head at a slant

Id stop making money but I really just can’t

Cuz my main hoe is Ben - and my side bitch Grant, yuh