Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Competition, artist - Ralo.
Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Song language: English
No Competition |
The Heroes |
I used to sell cocaine, used to sell hard |
Who made this beat? |
Started sellin' heroin, started sellin' weed |
Twysted Genius, baby |
I’m a jack of all trades, you dig? |
Young Jefe, holmes |
Uh |
Remember nights in them cold cells |
Now I’m taking flights to them hotels |
Hold tight 'til the dope sell |
Tell the weed man we need more bales |
Still screaming out fuck 12 |
If a nigga play, I’m goin' back to jail |
I don’t listen to these niggas' music |
All of these niggas wack as hell |
I ain’t never been to Pakistan but I named my hood after Pakistan |
My bitch ain’t never gon' need nothin', all she gotta do is ask her man |
Blast a man, I would blast a man, tell them niggas I’ll blast 'em |
I ain’t fuck with my daddy, mama made me a bastard |
Money came a lil' faster, I flipped it every time it came in |
I ain’t even no rapper, this dope boys entertainment |
You know I do it for the dope boys, and I do it for the weed dealers |
I don’t fuck with none of these niggas, I don’t feel I really need niggas |
Mama said she can’t sleep at night |
She had a dream I had a candlelight |
Tell my mama if I ever die |
Know I lived a real nigga life |
I’d rather die a real nigga |
Than live like a fuck nigga |
I knew these niggas all my damn life |
But I don’t even fuck with 'em |
Why you tryna compete with me and you can come eat with me? |
All them niggas you see with me used to be in the street with me |
I am not in no competition, I want all my niggas winning |
'Cause even if they ain’t got it, I tell 'em to come and get it |
Why you tryna compete with me and you can come eat with me? |
All them niggas you see with me used to be in the street with me |
I am not in no competition, I want all my niggas winning |
'Cause even if they ain’t got it, I tell 'em to come and get it |
Bitch, they call me Glizzy, uh |
Nigga play and I hit it, uh |
You want some smoke, come get it, uh |
This life is no joke I’m livin', uh |
Got some dope boys from Michigan |
They be getting them millions |
You niggas ain’t got no discipline |
Ain’t no competition, huh |
FamGoon, FamGoon, FamGoon |
I’m in that double R truck, might ram you |
Ralo supposed to be coming home soon |
Them crackers can’t fucking stand you |
When they came and snatched me up |
I told 'em my name was Nathaniel |
Boy, you really be acting up |
But I know you an actor like Samuel |
Rough nigga, tough nigga, don’t give a fuck, nigga |
Every time I see a baddie, gotta see what’s up with her |
Used to be a homie but he turned into a fuck nigga |
Yup, nigga, it’s up, nigga, no, I don’t trust niggas |
Why you tryna compete with me and you can come eat with me? |
All them niggas you see with me used to be in the street with me |
I am not in no competition, I want all my niggas winning |
'Cause even if they ain’t got it, I tell 'em to come and get it |
Why you tryna compete with me and you can come eat with me? |
All them niggas you see with me used to be in the street with me |
I am not in no competition, I want all my niggas winning |
'Cause even if they ain’t got it, I tell 'em to come and get it |
Hello, this is a prepaid debit call from |
Ralo, FamGoon |
An inmate at the Robert A. Dayton Detention Facility |
To accept this call press 0, to refuse this call, hang… |
This call is from a corrections facility and is subject to monitoring and |
recording |
Thank you for using GTL |
Hey partner, it’s the Ralo FamGoon reporting live from federal prison |
AKY, I need us to do a motherfuckin'… |
This one gotta be a classic right here, this for the streets, man |
This for everybody out there screaming free Ralo |
Everybody supporting me, everybody showing me love |
I appreciate that |
I read every letter, every letter that come through the mail, dawg |
I read, dawg |
I appreciate all the love and support that y’all been supporting me |
I need it, from the heart |
I might not respond to every letter |
Due to the fact it be ten, fifteen letters a day |
But man, you know I’m in the hole 24 hours a day, I’m in a room, man |
And I’m studyin', I’m prayin', and I’m comin' home, man |
Ahk shit, pop shit, FamGoon business |