Competition Domination

[Intro:]
Squad!
I ain't with all that sneak dissing shit man (at all!)
My niggas in these streets forreal
Tookaville
Lets get it!
Bdk!

[Hook:]
They claiming we the competition
But I'm screaming fuck the opposition
I ain't really got no competition
I'm in these streets I send shots at the opposition

[Verse 1:]
Tookaville I rep the shit sneak dissing me then exodus
Say fuck tooka you meet the clip yo mans die you still ain't on shit
Respect, yea I earned the shit
Disease gone leave you burning quick
Burn niggas like I burn blank discs
King lil jay for president
Nigga dissing on me that's death row
And you know I keep the strap like velcro
No taco bells but I feed shells though
J money got caught on death rhodes
You a singer or a rapper?
Ima' real nigga, ill clap ya
Catch lil durk put him in the dirt, feed the boy a clip on my side calling me a actor
And yea I got shot, but you know that ain't stop
Me from getting this guap
That's to young ebt I be sending shots
Do a hit on 064 now the block hot
Free wewe cballin 50 shots
2 2 3 it'll make a nigga diddy bop
Team no lacking so you know I gotta keep a chop
You a hitting its drastic, strech a nigga out like elastic
Hit the guys disappear like magic
Getting money kill a opp with some passion
You a lame nigga, you ain't wit it
You paranoid, just admit it
Rest in peace to my competition
Im taking over my city
Niggas mad cause you know its my time
Black matter so I can't get signed
Put money on my head they trying
So hard but I'm still on my grind
Niggas saying my name for no reason
My flow hard like semen
Its a cold world nigga you anemic
You gdk but yo daddy was a region
These for the niggas that don't know
I be throwing bullets tony romo
Pull up in a 4 door with a 4 o make yo body go up and down like a yo-yo!
Stevie wonder to the game I don't see
Any nigga in these streets that's hot as me
Gotta field nice so you get money I remember those days when you was bummy
Dirty nigga skinny pants and a mohawk
Semi-auto with a scope take yo nose off
Take a act to young nigga dose off
All you nigga catching bullets like randy moss
Got my choppa' in the car like rick ross
I crucify a nigga nail him to the cross
I don't see the competition that's on the boss
Hollow tips make you jump like kris kross
These niggas got me fucked up why they wasting my time
Say they gone kill me say in these streets I swear to god that they lying
When I see em niggas dying
Its get rich or die trying
30 shots all in my nine
Shoot numba' 9 bout nine times

[Hook:]
I ain't got no competition
But middle fingers to the opposition
Ain't no competition
But we sending shots at the opposition

[Outro:]
Niggas know what it is bitch I'm fly boy gang! (tookaville!)
Niggas fucked up they done said my name! (jojoworld!)
On the "i" I could merch that on insane!
All these niggas lames
Fly boy gang!
I ain't got no competition
Aye them boys scared forreal forreal lowkey
They know mufukas at they heads
We do this shit without a deal
Finesse and grind everyday to get a meal
Aye aye aye! (lets get it!)