Competition- Lost Soulz

I’m the competition Yeah I’m on a mission No need for listening To your bitchin I ain’t tripping Bout the shi that momma gave me I’ma felon I’ma shoot a niggah till he call me villain Ooh what you trynna do Why you running with a gun If you ain’t gonna shoot Rob you for your gun And then I take you out yo fucking shoes I remember days Wasn’t even playing games Robbing niggahs When I wasn’t with the gang And ik that shi will never fucking change Riding with the gang Niggah what the fuck you bang You ain’t tell a niggah How a niggah trynna fucking change Switch to the next chapter in a page See a niggah coming at me Run another fucking fade Staying post up What you supposed to do if your brother name is Amosa Come and get your bitch While she suck my dick for BoBa Caught yo bitch lacking When I told her my name was BofA They were twins had to fuck the both of em’ I’m getting greedy So many bitches Give a fuck about a fucking meeting Too many bitches Could give a fuck about cheating Swear she told me 10 times That she leaving For that pussy I ain’t fiending Ooh you thought that it was even over Never go to work slump or sober See a broke niggah in a fucking rover Fine bitch isn’t that your old girl