キー: C minor•
Verse 1
G
Db
Cm
Y'all know what it is,
it's ya boy Crooked I
December 13th In None We Trust
The Prelude EP
C- C- COB
December 13th!
Ab
Cm
Db
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,
Ab
bitch ain't no competition
ain't no competition
bitch ain't no competition
Gm
Cm
C
Cm
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
My city behind me,
your bitch beside me
You haters come find me and
G
Cm
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
G
Cm
I'm the beast the West Coast in the belly of in
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
Ab
Cm
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
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
ain't no competition
Ain't no competition,
bitch ain't no competition
My city behind me, your bitch beside me
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
Where my Raiders hat?
Chuck Taylors
Gm
Cm
Cause I'm feeling like Cube in this prime
spitting that gasoline no vaseline
Gm
Cm
Name another dude on his grind
working like
hackmachine
Ab
Db
shit is like a travesty it's so whack to me
I could put a hundred dudes in a line and they
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
rappers are done, grab for ya gun,
fast when I come niggas getting lit up
I'm popping like Pac in the nineties,
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 no competition
bitch ain't no competition
My city behind me, your bitch beside me
You haters come find me and
Ain't no competition,
ain't no competition
Ain't no competition,
ain't no competition
My city behind me,
your bitch beside me
Cm
Ab
Cm
microphone
Y'all niggas know ain't no
Db
competition
I see you niggas actin like y'all
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