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No competition (feat. Luuh Jay k)
by Moneymade Spadey
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Say it's a competition nigga, all i see is me
Tho
Spadey he be raw, it's like he came up out of a Kilo
Took alot of chances, somehow still ended With zero
Shout out too my niggaz, and love too all of My peoples
Took nothing and made it something, it's Been one hell of a road
Through the troubles and the struggles, a Nigga stuck too the code
Bitch looked me in my eyes, and told me she'll never fold
Now that's a real ass bitch, I swear too god
Lil shawty cold
I been muthafuckin trappin and rappin, my Ass off
You can call me yum yum, kuz a nigga be dripping sauce
Get a pack in today, watch a nigga go get it off
Can't put ya trust in these niggaz, kuz some Of these niggaz lost
Some of those niggaz off, me I'm just on my pivot
Selling pounds of dis pressure, in the kitchen im whippin
Sometimes ion even talk, I just sit back and I Just listen
You wanna get you a bag, then you gotta Keep it consistent
Fuck police, I'm belligerent
Selling dope too the citizens
1 thing about big Spadey, that muthafucka Gone get it in
Don't pull up on me talking, bout what no Other nigga done did
Unless that muthafuckin nigga, showed you How to get a bag
Me I'm dropping knowledge, I should sell this Shit, like it was crack
Big dawg shit, I run my section like this shit Was track
I be bout my cash, and I'll spazz if it dont be Exact
Break that nigga Fingers and his knees, but leave his face intact
Cut the fuckin plug off nigga, now how he Gone eat
Spin ya block every night nigga, how you gone sleep
Got the trap jumping every gotdamn Weekend, twenty five a p
Why the fuck I gotta pretend
I been going hard, a nigga gotta get dough
23 for a p, give a fuck bout a show
Say it's a competition nigga, all i see is me
Tho
Spadey he be raw, it's like he came up out of a Kilo
Took alot of chances, somehow still ended With zero
Shout out too my niggaz, and love too all of My peoples
Took nothing and made it something, it's Been one hell of a road
Through the troubles and the struggles, a Nigga stuck too the code
Bitch looked me in my eyes, and told me she'll never fold
Now that's a real ass bitch, I swear too god
Lil shawty cold
I been muthafuckin trappin and rappin, my Ass off
You can call me yum yum, kuz a nigga be dripping sauce
Get a pack in today, watch a nigga go get it off
Can't put ya trust in these niggaz, kuz some Of these niggaz lost
Some of those niggaz off, me I'm just on my pivot
Selling pounds of dis pressure, in the kitchen im whippin
Sometimes ion even talk, I just sit back and I Just listen
You wanna get you a bag, then you gotta Keep it consistent
Fuck police, I'm belligerent
Selling dope too the citizens
1 thing about big Spadey, that muthafucka Gone get it in
Don't pull up on me talking, bout what no Other nigga done did
Unless that muthafuckin nigga, showed you How to get a bag
Me I'm dropping knowledge, I should sell this Shit, like it was crack
Big dawg shit, I run my section like this shit Was track
I be bout my cash, and I'll spazz if it dont be Exact
Break that nigga Fingers and his knees, but leave his face intact
Cut the fuckin plug off nigga, now how he Gone eat
Spin ya block every night nigga, how you gone sleep
Got the trap jumping every gotdamn Weekend, twenty five a p
Why the fuck I gotta pretend
I been going hard, a nigga gotta get dough
23 for a p, give a fuck bout a show
