[Chorus: RJmrLA]
All this compitition, fuck the opposition
Looking in the mearor, I decide to listen
N***as tryna vear me out of my posision
[?] with the stick, I'm feeling childish
I just bought a crib [?]
Got my [?] looking [?]
Like a nail tech, [?]
I got some Bloods, I got some Crips, and we the same team
All this ice up in my ears, I got a brain freeze
308's up in my drum, I gotta bang me

[Verse 1: Chris King]
Money to the ceiling, I don't know [?]
I just know I pull up [?]
Young rich and turnt from the dirt, give a young n***a flowers
Don't know how much time [?]
I popped a 40 before the homies was pallbearers
'Cause we the future, don't need to read [?]
No [?] card [?] if you weak, then wе all parish
Police just look llike janiters, clеaning up our messes
Don't protect me for one second
Shit is worse than the Great Depression, if you get on top, don't get lost
[?] like you get put in the crosshairs
Start moving like a boss, start wearing what a boss wear
All this love around but there's one n***a that wanna put you next to God [?]
Got a chopper [?] Glock [?] n***as strapped like [?]
[?] behind your back, but you still think [?]
But I can't complain, [?] I don't even shop there
[?]
[Chorus: RJmrLA]
All this compitition, fuck the opposition
Looking in the mearor, I decide to listen
N***as tryna vear me out of my posision
[?] with the stick, I'm feeling childish
I just bought a crib [?]
Got my [?] looking [?]
Like a nail tech, [?]
I got some Bloods, I got some Crips, and we the same team
All this ice up in my ears, I got a brain freeze
308's up in my drum, I gotta bang me

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
This game'll take everything out you
Discourage and doubt you
[?] crossing over where you bleeding out
God fearing, hopping out the Wraith, take the deman rout
Juice, what you thinking 'bout?
I don't know, sliding on n***as I ain't met before
Slip [?] down, my n***a, I gotta up the score
Up the pole, bullets fly, flipping, look like [?]
[?] so deep in my soul, I gotta let it off
Go, just to climb another level, get my mind right
I'm fucking up [?] bitches up in the highrise
Limelight [?] bitch, I come from the mud, I got my shit up
Rob me, I get it back in blood, fuck a stick up
Me and Chris filling up the drum and do a duet
Big shot [?]
[Chorus: RJmrLA]
All this compitition, fuck the opposition
Looking in the mearor, I decide to listen
N***as tryna vear me out of my posision
[?] with the stick, I'm feeling childish
I just bought a crib [?]
Got my [?] looking [?]
Like a nail tech, [?]
I got some Bloods, I got some Crips, and we the same team
All this ice up in my ears, I got a brain freeze
308's up in my drum, I gotta bang me