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No Competition
KXNG Crooked
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Wooooo
Hahahaha
West Coast
Long Beach
Trilateral Commission of Bosses
Haha!
Okay I'm bottle poppin'
I'm hollin' COB
I'm in Colorado rockin'
Deep in that 303
I got a model jockin'
She say her man's a physician
I tell her "mami stop it"
Bitch ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Bitch ain't no competition
My city (behind me)
Your bitch (beside me)
You haters (come find me)
And on this microphone
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
My city (behind me)
Your bitch (beside me)
You haters (come find me)
And on this microphone
Where my haters at?
Where my haters at?
Said I was dead when I left Death Row
Hell no nigga I made it back
Now y'all niggas gotta fade to black
So damn hungry I ate the map
I'm the beast the West Coast in the belly of
In the strip club and I'm raining stacks
Name another artist who harder than me
Who smarter than me
I'm smart as a Harvard degree
In the dark I'm a spar with the beat
Don't argue with me
These artists are weak
I'm arguably the best with these bars
So they start talkin' 'bout SoundScan
I made a small fortune without y'all
Important endorsement fucking with PoundScan
Just made 50 grand as a middle man
Did it 10 times again didn't give a damn
Did it 10 times again now I'm fucking with a
Million I ain't even have to touch one kilogram
I remember when you rappers were broke
Now you trying to target the fan
Talking 'bout you barred off dope
Homeboy that's your marketing plan
Flying Spur I was flexing inside
Passenger seat you was catching a ride
Ain't nothing wrong with catching a ride
But something wrong with niggas that are catching a lie
Back to the flow
Passing you hoes like Green Bay Packers
Accurate oh
Passionate though throw cash on the floor then I'm macking your ho
Going back to the Mo
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Bitch ain't no competition
My city (behind me)
Your bitch (beside me)
You haters (come find me)
And on this microphone
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
My city (behind me)
Your bitch (beside me)
You haters (come find me)
And on this microphone
Where my haters at?
Where my haters at?
Where my Raiders hat?
Where my Chuck Taylors at?
Cause I'm feeling like Cube in his prime
Spitting that gasoline no Vaseline
Name another dude on his grind
Working like half machine go ask your team
Music is losing its mind
Shit is like a travesty it's so wack to me
I could put a hundred dudes in a line
And they all practically sound the goddamn same
COB we the best in the biz
You ain't gotta give me the crown cause I took it
In the past 10 years when it come to this lyrical spittin'
Tell me who fucking around with young Crooked
The answer is none
Rappers are done
Grab for your gun
Fast when I come
Niggas get lit up
I'm popping like Pac in the 90s niggas get hit up
Finish any nigga that thinking that he gon' run up on a general
Criminal on general principle I'ma give 'em a bullet the momentum is
Gon' spin 'em around then I'ma give 'em another round get rid of 'em
Ladies and gentlemen I'm the future
The whole wide world is COB
You on your grind then I salute ya
Sooner or later you gon' see
What's our only mission?
Knock you out the number one position
Opposition
I got 99 problems one ain't competition though
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Bitch ain't no competition
My city (behind me)
Your bitch (beside me)
You haters (come find me)
And on this microphone
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
Ain't no competition
My city (behind me)
Your bitch (beside me)
You haters (come find me)
And on this microphone
Hahahaha
Suge, Suge
Yeah
Y'all niggas know ain't no competition
Hahaha
Woo
I see you niggas acting like y'all some comp
Fuck outta here
COB
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