No Competition

(Yeah yeah)

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yuh)

(Yuh yuh yeah yuh)

(Uh uh uh)

(Yeah)

Look

It's either minimum wage, minimum funds, minimal fun

My life is minimized to making sure I never become

Anything more than just a nappy-headed kid from the slums

Stick to ramen noodles, rhyming words, and running from guns

You won't amount to nothing

A product of the environment, but I'm out for something

It's fuck that

I'll take this rapper dream and do what i want

Fuck they opinion from the back and this what put me in front

Of everybody said I won't, they must be smoking a blunt

My ceiling higher than the price of gas pump 91

Keep making fun because I'm fueling off the shit that they say

Don't take offense just like a quarterback, we still in the play

You busy spiraling, it's funny how I'm still in the way

See I'm the mountain that you climb, I'm peeking over my prey

Fuck they was thinking?

And yeah I'm 24 and don't got it figured out

But I'ma take this gift that I was given and dig it out

Sometimes you get a diamond out of third when you pick it out

So please be patient, promise I'ma show what this **** bout

And bitch I'm thinking 'bout a million dollar jet and a bigger house

To picking up the bill for every time we get dinner out

It's power in these words, speaking tongue it ain't running mouth

Or run up on me, probably need this bitch with a running mouth

There ain't no competition

Now

(They ain't no competition)

(Dawg, no they ain't no competition)

(These **** ain't no competition)

Yeah, look

You see

I am more than the situation I'm in

Good morning if you was sleeping, I'm sorry and do repent

For disturbing you from your slumber, my courtesy running thin

I don't fuck with no other rappers, I'm Curry but with the pen

'Cuz I'm shooting at every **** who hurry in my defense

I get trigger happy when **** run up

You see the grin on my face?

I take this shit to the soul

I thought I told them motherfuckers that a **** was cold

'Cuz they now they watching like a corner store who thinkin' you stole

But rhyming like I got a dream, but never think that I'm Cole

No Martin Luther, but remarkable at giving them quotes

Don't take for granted, I'm the fucking man and none of them close

**** (fuck 'em) know its mike

Yeah, yeah

I had to kill these **** real quick

I don't give a fuck about none of that shit

Yeah, yeah

Killed this shit