No Competition

Aint forgotten where I came from
Na I know i'll be
roam the streets with still a cpl
0's to eat
Still flowing to these beats
until i'm dead & buried
tryin to make fo me
doing what is necessary
droppin music like the sacks
in a dtug run, gotta do it, cant relax
until the funds come
an opportunist, cops will sue them
will I catch a case
for what i'm doin, you confused I'm a rapper mate
switched up from a crim that be getting paid
started up a label went the independent way
how many spins i get a day
fuck the radio
my shit stays in the streets
they the ones that fkn play me bro
good luck to a cunt but she proves fake
betcha albums gonna fuck with my mixed tapes
droppin songs I gotta cpl hundred
more than you
and fo a pound I got a cpl hundred more to do