Letras:
Competition 4

! Blaka! Two times if you're real, mother fucker Big 45 for my old G5 Stacks on deck but it so behind Never leaving my competition breathing Jah Cure

nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo) Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition

little piece of this American dream I spit venom thru the pipes as I smoke in em I shit rhythm and I'm nice ain't no competition [fart sound] (Ewwww)

niggas make moves and get rich [Verse 4: Flesh N Bone] Mobbing in ah Expedition Thinking of ah proposition Settle my composition Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition Mo murda competition

loaded!) And don't get too close Make no mistakes about it I let it goooooooo! (bombs away!) And clear the air [Verse 4: Shabba Ranks] Seh dat mi a rev

you still think I'm confident and dumb Is this gonna last? Your up on a pedastal Are we moving too fast? Feel like I'm in crazy competition with the past

No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... [Swift] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' they fingers Bring this competition

este mundo nada impedira que nuestra sangre se propague nuestra fuerza y nuestro orgullo no nos dejaran no nos veran caer no nos veran perder [x4] somos

up to me you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit don