Lyrics My Own Competition - D-Lo, Sleepy

My Own Competition

Rudeboy Mafia, nigga
BOF, nigga
Free that nigga Nickel, free Quill, nigga
Rest in peace One John, rest in peace Fact, ayy
Free that nigga Drakeo the Ruler
Gangland, free that nigga JoJo, where the thoolas?
I fuck with nothin' but shooters, chopsticks for the noodles
Boy, that’s P.F.
Chang’s, this F-10 blow brains, ayy
Lemme hit it from the back, I’m tryna dog that (I'm tryna dog that)
Baby, lemme eat that pussy, I’m with all that
You rich, but the niggas 'round you broke, what you call that?
(What you call
that?)
I’ll take a rapper nigga Rolly, gimme all that
I be comfortable at shows, I got my stick, too
My white bitch look like Madonna with a chipped tooth
Hey girl, what’s your name?
Man, you lookin' like you want dick, but I need some change
Like what you sayin'
Got the devil on my ass, tryna shake him off (Tryna shake him off)
You think you hard?
Catch these bullets since you Randy Moss
Them overkill drills in the Eastern be my little niggas
They be bouncin' out, walkin' shit down, tryna kill 'em, kill 'em
Whole lotta gang shit, boy don’t get your gang hit
He slid with a K, then catch a body where your aim missed
Told a bitch that I’m a beast, better get you one of these, ayy
And if I sneeze it’ll be rainin' .223's, look
They can’t see me, I’m my own competition, look
All these diamonds, that’s a whole lotta dippin', huh
Big shit, big clips, wish he would trip (Wish he would trip)
We know where his mama stay, I wish he would snitch
(Ayy-ayy-ayy, what the hook gon' be?)
I don’t need no fuckin' hook on this beat
All I need is a thirty in my Glock now, get him knocked down
Now it’s hella fuckin' cops round
Had to double-back, 'cause he ain’t die but now he knocked down, ayy
Hand-God, nigga
And, nah, you ain’t no killa, but shit, at least you tried, nigga
Young nigga, be really ready to slide niggas, ayy
(Ayy, Sleep, why you be trippin', nigga?)
'Cause these niggas hoes for real
I don’t be gettin' niggas
I’ma use a big ass chopper and go and hit them niggas, yeah
You can perp how you pimpin', but you be simpin' nigga, on the real
Only my brother, Bree, and God know how I feel (How I feel)
Runnin' up a check and that’s with or without a deal (With or without a deal)
These bitches wouldn’t be that tough, bitch, without a pill (Without a pill)
I was a teen at my mama house payin' bills (Bills)
(Wh-Wh-What's the meanin' of a body, Sleep?)
Oh, that’s when a nigga like me out playin' hide-and-seek
That just mean I made up my mind and it was time to creep
Lookin' for a stamp in your section or where your potnas be
Now I see 'em (Now I see 'em)
Shit, we all wouldn’t wanna be 'em
If I stop his breathin', that’s a body, and I got a reason
Ain’t no treason, shit, we all know it’s funkin' season
Checkmate, he outta there when my doper’s squeezin'
Sleep
(Ayy-ayy-ayy, what the hook gon' be?)
I don’t need no fuckin' hook on this beat
All I need is a thirty in my Glock now, get him knocked down
Now it’s hella fuckin' cops round
Had to double-back, 'cause he ain’t die but now he knocked down, ayy
Hand-God, nigga
And, nah, you ain’t no killa, but shit, at least you tried, nigga
Young nigga, be really ready to slide niggas, ayy