No Competition - Crooked I

December 13th In None We Trust

The Prelude EP

December 13th!

December 13th!

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 mommy 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 the afro

, hell no nigga I made it back

Now y’all niggas gotta fade the black, so damn hungry I ate the map

I’m the beast the West Coast in the belly of in the stripclub and I’m raining

stats

Name another artist who harder than me, who smarter than me

I’m smart as a Harvard degree

, in the dark i’mma spar with the beat

Don’t argue with me, these artists are weak, I’m arguably

The best with these bars

so they start to talk about Soundscan

I made a small fortune without y’all importing endorsement fucking with

poundscan

Just made fifty grand as a middle man, did it ten times again didn’t give a damn

Did it ten times again now I’m fucking with a million I didn’t even have to

touch one kilogram

I remember when you rappers were broke, now you tryna target the fan

Talking 'bout you bought off dope, homeboy that’s your marketing plan

Fly as fur I was flexin' aside, passenger seat you was catching a ride

Ain’t nothing wrong with catching a ride but something wrong with niggas that I

catch in a lie

Back to the flow, passing you ho’s like Green Bay Packers (?)

Passionate though, throw cash on the flow then I’m macking ya ho' 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, 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?

Chuck Taylors

Cause I’m feeling like Cube in this prime spitting that gasoline no vaseline

Name another dude on his grind working like

hackmachine

Music is losing his mind, shit is like a travesty it’s so whack 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 bizz, you ain’t gotta give me the crown cause I took it

In the past ten years when it comes to this lyrical spitting tell me who

fucking around with young Crooked

The answer is none,

rappers are done, grab for ya gun, fast when I come niggas getting lit up

I’m popping like Pac in the nineties, niggas get hit up

Finish any nigga that thinking that he gon' run upon the general, criminal,

on general principal

I’mma get mo' bullet the momentum is gon' spin em around then I’mma 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 than I salute ya, sooner or later you gon' see

What’s our only mission, knock you out the number one position

I got ninety nine 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

Y’all niggas know ain’t no competition

I see you niggas actin like y’all some com