No Competition Lyrics
| Song | No Competition |
| Artist | Crooked I |
| Album | In None We Trust - The Prelude EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ok, I’m bottle popping, I’m … | |
| I make Colorado rocking, deep in that 303 | |
| I got a model jocking, she say her man’s a physician | |
| I tell her mommy stop it, restrain your 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, bitch 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 there … | |
| Hell no nigger, I made it back | |
| Now you niggers gotta fade to black | |
| So damn hungry, I ate the mat | |
| I’m the beast, the west coast, in the belly of industry club | |
| And I’m raining stacks | |
| Name another artist who harder than me, | |
| Who’s smarter than me, I’m smart as a Harvard degree | |
| In the dark, I’m a … with the beat, don’t argue with me | |
| These artists are weak, I’m arguably | |
| The best with these bars, | |
| So they start talk about… | |
| I made a small fortune without drawing… | |
| Just made it…middle man | |
| … now I’m ****ing with a million | |
| I ain’t even have to touch one kilogram | |
| I remember when you rappers… home boy that’s your marketing plan | |
| … ain’t nothing wrong with catching a ride | |
| But some wrong with niggers that I catch in a lie | |
| Back to the flow, passing you hoes | |
| … passion and flow, throw cash on the floor | |
| …going back to the mall | |
| 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, bitch 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 at? Where my chuck taylor’s at | |
| … spit neck gasoline, no Vaseline | |
| Naming on the dude of this grind, working like a half machine | |
| Go ask your team | |
| Music is loosing its mind, | |
| Shit is like a travesty, is so whack to me | |
| I could put a hundred dudes in a lot | |
| And they all practically sound the god damn same | |
| …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 spit, tell me who ****ing around with young Crooked | |
| The answer is none rappers… I’m popping like Pac the 90’s, niggers get hit up | |
| Finishing a nigger, that thing he gonna run up on a general criminal | |
| I’m general principle, I’ma give him a bullet, the momentum is gonna spin him around | |
| And I’ma give him another round, get rid of him | |
| Ladies and gentlemen I am the future, the whole wide world is cob | |
| You’re on your grind, then I salute you, sooner or later you gonna see | |
| What’s our only mission, knock you out the number one position | |
| Our position, 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, bitch ain’t no competition | |
| My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me | |
| You haters, come find me, | |
| And on this microphone. |
| Ok, I' m bottle popping, I' m | |
| I make Colorado rocking, deep in that 303 | |
| I got a model jocking, she say her man' s a physician | |
| I tell her mommy stop it, restrain your 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, bitch 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 there | |
| Hell no nigger, I made it back | |
| Now you niggers gotta fade to black | |
| So damn hungry, I ate the mat | |
| I' m the beast, the west coast, in the belly of industry club | |
| And I' m raining stacks | |
| Name another artist who harder than me, | |
| Who' s smarter than me, I' m smart as a Harvard degree | |
| In the dark, I' m a with the beat, don' t argue with me | |
| These artists are weak, I' m arguably | |
| The best with these bars, | |
| So they start talk about | |
| I made a small fortune without drawing | |
| Just made it middle man | |
| now I' m ing with a million | |
| I ain' t even have to touch one kilogram | |
| I remember when you rappers home boy that' s your marketing plan | |
| ain' t nothing wrong with catching a ride | |
| But some wrong with niggers that I catch in a lie | |
| Back to the flow, passing you hoes | |
| passion and flow, throw cash on the floor | |
| going back to the mall | |
| 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, bitch 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 at? Where my chuck taylor' s at | |
| spit neck gasoline, no Vaseline | |
| Naming on the dude of this grind, working like a half machine | |
| Go ask your team | |
| Music is loosing its mind, | |
| Shit is like a travesty, is so whack to me | |
| I could put a hundred dudes in a lot | |
| And they all practically sound the god damn same | |
| 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 spit, tell me who ing around with young Crooked | |
| The answer is none rappers I' m popping like Pac the 90' s, niggers get hit up | |
| Finishing a nigger, that thing he gonna run up on a general criminal | |
| I' m general principle, I' ma give him a bullet, the momentum is gonna spin him around | |
| And I' ma give him another round, get rid of him | |
| Ladies and gentlemen I am the future, the whole wide world is cob | |
| You' re on your grind, then I salute you, sooner or later you gonna see | |
| What' s our only mission, knock you out the number one position | |
| Our position, 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, bitch ain' t no competition | |
| My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me | |
| You haters, come find me, | |
| And on this microphone. |
| Ok, I' m bottle popping, I' m | |
| I make Colorado rocking, deep in that 303 | |
| I got a model jocking, she say her man' s a physician | |
| I tell her mommy stop it, restrain your 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, bitch 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 there | |
| Hell no nigger, I made it back | |
| Now you niggers gotta fade to black | |
| So damn hungry, I ate the mat | |
| I' m the beast, the west coast, in the belly of industry club | |
| And I' m raining stacks | |
| Name another artist who harder than me, | |
| Who' s smarter than me, I' m smart as a Harvard degree | |
| In the dark, I' m a with the beat, don' t argue with me | |
| These artists are weak, I' m arguably | |
| The best with these bars, | |
| So they start talk about | |
| I made a small fortune without drawing | |
| Just made it middle man | |
| now I' m ing with a million | |
| I ain' t even have to touch one kilogram | |
| I remember when you rappers home boy that' s your marketing plan | |
| ain' t nothing wrong with catching a ride | |
| But some wrong with niggers that I catch in a lie | |
| Back to the flow, passing you hoes | |
| passion and flow, throw cash on the floor | |
| going back to the mall | |
| 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, bitch 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 at? Where my chuck taylor' s at | |
| spit neck gasoline, no Vaseline | |
| Naming on the dude of this grind, working like a half machine | |
| Go ask your team | |
| Music is loosing its mind, | |
| Shit is like a travesty, is so whack to me | |
| I could put a hundred dudes in a lot | |
| And they all practically sound the god damn same | |
| 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 spit, tell me who ing around with young Crooked | |
| The answer is none rappers I' m popping like Pac the 90' s, niggers get hit up | |
| Finishing a nigger, that thing he gonna run up on a general criminal | |
| I' m general principle, I' ma give him a bullet, the momentum is gonna spin him around | |
| And I' ma give him another round, get rid of him | |
| Ladies and gentlemen I am the future, the whole wide world is cob | |
| You' re on your grind, then I salute you, sooner or later you gonna see | |
| What' s our only mission, knock you out the number one position | |
| Our position, 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, bitch ain' t no competition | |
| My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me | |
| You haters, come find me, | |
| And on this microphone. |
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