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double 0 - competition lyrics

[lil jay freestyle]
they claiming we the compet-tion
but i’m screaming f-ck the opposition
i ain’t really got no compet-tion
i’m in these streets i send shots at the opposition
tookaville i rep this sh-t sneak dissing me then exodus
say f-ck tooka you meet the clip yo mans die you still ain’t on sh-t
respect yeah i earned this sh-t
disease gon leave you burning quick
burn n-ggas like i burn blank discs
king lil jay for president
n-gga dissing on me that’s death row
and you know i keep the strap like velcro
no taco bells but i feed sh-lls though
j money got caught on death rhodes
you a singer or a rapper?
i’ma real n-gga i’ll clap you
catch lil durk put him in the dirty feed the boy a clip on my side calling me a actor
and yeah i got shot but you know that ain’t stop
me from getting this gwap
that’s to young ebt i be sending shots
do a hit on 064 now the block shot
free wewe cballing 50 shots
2-2-3 it’ll make a n-gga diddy bop
team no lacking so you know i gotta keep as chop
you a hitter its drastic stretch a n-gga out like elastic
hit the guys disappear like magic
getting money k!ll a opp with some p-ssion
you a lame n-gga you ain’t with it
you paranoid just admit it
rest in peace to my compet-tion
i’m taking over my city
n-ggas mad caue you know its my time
blackmailing me so i can’t get signed
put money on my head they trying
so hard but i’m still on my grind
n-ggas saying my name for no reason
my flow hard like s-m-n
it’s a cold world n-gga you anemic
you gdk buut yo daddy was a regent
this for the n-ggas that don’t know
i be throwing bullets tony ramo
pull up in a 4 door with a 4-0 make yo body go uup and down like a yo-yo
steve wonder to the game i don’t see
any n-gga in these streets that’s hot as me
gotta field nice so you get money i remember those days when you was a bummy
dirty n-gga skinny pants and a mowhawk
semi-auto with a scope take yo nose off
take a act to young n-gga dose off
all you n-ggas catching bullets like randy moss
got my chopper in the car like rick ross
i crucify a n-gga nail him to the cross
i don’t see the compet-tion that’s on the boss
hollows tips make you jump like kriss kross
these n-ggas got me f-cked up why the wasting my time
say they gone k!ll me say in these streets i swear to god that they lying
when i see em n-ggas dying
it’s get rich or die trying
30 shots all in my 9
shoot numbanine bout 9 times
i ain’t got no compet-ttion
but middle fingers to the opposittion
ain’t no compet-tion
but we sending shots at the opposition

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