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Competition
Hip-Hop/Rap
Competition was released on April 1, 2026 by DTH Entertainment as a part of the album Foolish II
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Release DateApril 1, 2026
LabelDTH Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
613tino
613tino
Rap
Spooks
Spooks
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justino Giovanni Di Salvo
Justino Giovanni Di Salvo
Songwriter
Noel Solomon
Noel Solomon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
613tino
613tino
Producer, Engineer

Lyrics

Competition's everywhere
In the street, at the table
But the real one's in the mirror
That's the only man
Who knows where you're weak
The foolish watch other men too close
That's how you lose your own edge
God sees the grind no one applauds
He sees who sharpens steel
And who just talks about it
I aint got no competition
In the ring with myself
I put my hands up on the devil
And i made his horns melt
Fuck the bullshit
All I gotta do is tighten my belt
I'm placin bets across the board
With the cards I was dealt
I aint got no time to chat no
You on ya line with rats tho
I'm reclinin hat low
Shortie suckin back slow
All my shit is factual
All your shit is wack bro
You know my shit hang low
Like I work for bang bros
Heard your shortie
Sniffin up a lino off the flizzo aye
I'm tryna make a milly off my flizzo aye
You stay coppin brillo aye
Your shortie is a dillo aye
Tryna ball up with the mans armadillo aye
She lookin like a rat
She smellin like a rodent though
Took her ass to church
Now she suckin off the holy ghost
Tryna ride the bull no rodeo
You be buyin roses though
Tryna save a hoe
Like romeo, holy smokes
So say what you will
Just know that we about the dough
So say what you will
Just know that we don't love these hoes
So say what you will
Just know that we about the dough
So why you hatin still
Just know that we don't love these hoes
Gold on my body
If there's money
Bitch I'm on it oh
She got fit lil body
We can make some
Fucking money boo
Empire we can start a business
Make that kitty move
I could be the DJ
To your Nola boo
It's hard out here
For a pimp
Told them hoes
Sell that fucking pussy for the rent
Told them hoes
Don't you come short
Or I get bent
You might have to
Spend a fucking night
On that bench
Till you make my paper back
Bitch, I ain't fucking playing
Lil gahba, get to work
Till that motherfucker payin
Throat goat activated
For the fucking bands
Throw a little paper
Had to make that ass dance
Throw a stack
Make a pop it pop it
Pop it for the bands
Only fans got her working
On a fucking cam
Playing with her titties
Showing love to lover Lance
Your dream girl playing
With her kinter on the cam
Goin ham lil goofy
So say what you will
Just know that we about the dough
So say what you will
Just know that we don't love these hoes
So say what you will
Just know that we about the dough
So why you hatin still
Just know that we don't love these hoes
Written by: Justino Giovanni Di Salvo, Noel Solomon
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