Competition (feat. Lil Reese)

I've come to a realization (L's)

My only competition (Pretty guys from Lamron)

Is when **** just don't use a DJ (L's)

Shoutout to my competition, these shots to my opposition

'Cause if it comes to these streets

This shit real, my block, we winnin' (L's)

Let's get shit real, my block, we in it

I got's to spin, no DJ

Bricksquad K, I tweet the shit, the label say don't leak the shit

Lawyer money got the shit, I catch a opp, I beat the shit

Bricksquad K, I tweet the shit, the label say don't leak the shit

Lawyer money got the shit, I catch a opp, I beat the shit

Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face, my lil' ****'ll meet with them

Lil Durk, he can't duck this clip

Wuga World K, 'cause they fuck with them

Let's get it, thirty shots, we the murder block

Got choppa shells for a lotta opps

Off parole, I'm on a lot of shots, no Fredo bitch, I'm in a lot of cuts

I do hits when I'm sober, tryna drop thirty and motor

Tell Reese money to roll up, even my judge know I'm poled up

**** repping sides with the police

Can't catch a ****, then we on his OG

Bitch, I been a **** since '03, free Five, free Law, RIP Odee

OTF three hunnid, go and tell them fuck **** get money

OTF three hunnid, go and tell them fuck **** get money, let's get it

Shoutout to my competition, these shots to my opposition

This shit real, my block, we winnin'

This shit real, my block, we in it

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

Shoutout to my competition, I mean there's no competition

Look up man, I know we winnin', haters mad 'cause they ain't in it

We tote .30s, we love sinnin', fucked all these hoes, man, we hit plenty

Don't talk about money, 'cause I done made plenty

When I shoutout to my competition

You say you on that, you better have that with you

Shooters on deck that'll kill that issue

Actin' like you with it, that's the quickest way to get you

Fifteen hunnid on the belt, like it ain't a big issue

The same **** in the same hood

Got real **** with me, plus we official

And we shootin' shit, and we ain't tryna miss you

This a message to the opps, miss me with the dissin'

Fucked his bitch, now he sneak dissin'

Pull up with the windows tinted so the haters really can't see who in it

Three hunnid

Shoutout to my competition, these shots to my opposition

This shit real, my block, we winnin'

This shit real, my block, we in it

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

Free the real savages