My Own Competition (feat. Sleepy)

Rudeboy Mafia, ****

BOF, ****

Free that **** Nickel, free Quill, ****

Rest in peace One John, rest in peace Fact, ayy

Free that **** Drakeo the Ruler

Gangland, free that **** JoJo, where the thoolas?

I fuck with nothin' but shooters, chopsticks for the noodles

Boy, that's P.F. Chang's, this F-10 blow brains, ayy

Lemme hit it from the back, I'm tryna dog that (I'm tryna dog that)

Baby, lemme eat that pussy, I'm with all that

You rich, but the **** 'round you broke, what you call that? (What you call that?)

I'll take a rapper **** Rolly, gimme all that

I be comfortable at shows, I got my stick, too

My white bitch look like Madonna with a chipped tooth

Hey girl, what's your name?

Man, you lookin' like you want dick, but I need some change

Like what you sayin'

Got the devil on my ass, tryna shake him off (Tryna shake him off)

You think you hard? Catch these bullets since you Randy Moss

Them overkill drills in the Eastern be my little ****

They be bouncin' out, walkin' shit down, tryna kill 'em, kill 'em

Whole lotta gang shit, boy don't get your gang hit

He slid with a K, then catch a body where your aim missed

Told a bitch that I'm a beast, better get you one of these, ayy

And if I sneeze it'll be rainin' .223's, look

They can't see me, I'm my own competition, look

All these diamonds, that's a whole lotta dippin', huh

Big shit, big clips, wish he would trip (Wish he would trip)

We know where his mama stay, I wish he would snitch

(Ayy-ayy-ayy, what the hook gon' be?)

I don't need no fuckin' hook on this beat

All I need is a thirty in my Glock now, get him knocked down

Now it's hella fuckin' cops round

Had to double-back, 'cause he ain't die but now he knocked down, ayy

Hand-God, ****

And, nah, you ain't no killa, but shit, at least you tried, ****

Young ****, be really ready to slide ****, ayy

(Ayy, Sleep, why you be trippin', ****?)

'Cause these **** hoes for real

I don't be gettin' ****

I'ma use a big ass chopper and go and hit them ****, yeah

You can perp how you pimpin', but you be simpin' ****, on the real

Only my brother, Bree, and God know how I feel (How I feel)

Runnin' up a check and that's with or without a deal (With or without a deal)

These bitches wouldn't be that tough, bitch, without a pill (Without a pill)

I was a teen at my mama house payin' bills (Bills)

(Wh-Wh-What's the meanin' of a body, Sleep?)

Oh, that's when a **** like me out playin' hide-and-seek

That just mean I made up my mind and it was time to creep

Lookin' for a stamp in your section or where your potnas be

Now I see 'em (Now I see 'em)

Shit, we all wouldn't wanna be 'em

If I stop his breathin', that's a body, and I got a reason

Ain't no treason, shit, we all know it's funkin' season

Checkmate, he outta there when my doper's squeezin'

Sleep

(Ayy-ayy-ayy, what the hook gon' be?)

I don't need no fuckin' hook on this beat

All I need is a thirty in my Glock now, get him knocked down

Now it's hella fuckin' cops round

Had to double-back, 'cause he ain't die but now he knocked down, ayy

Hand-God, ****

And, nah, you ain't no killa, but shit, at least you tried, ****

Young ****, be really ready to slide ****, ayy