No Competition

[Talking] 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! December 13th! [Hook] 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, bitch ain't no competition Ain't no competition, ain't no competition Ain't no competition, bitch ain't no competition 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, ain't no competition My city behind me, your bitch beside me You haters come find me and on this microphone [Verse 1] Where my haters at? Where my haters at? Said I was dead when I left Death Row, hell no nigga I made it back Now y'all niggas gotta fade the black, so damn hungry I ate the map I'm the beast the West Coast in the belly of in the stripclub and I'm raining stats 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 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 Fly as fur I was flexin' aside, 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 accurate O Passionate though, throw cash on the flow then I'm macking ya ho' going back to the mall [Hook] [Verse 2] Where my haters at? Where my haters at? Where my Raiders hat? Where my Chuck Taylors at? Cause I'm feeling like Cube in this prime spitting that gasoline no vaseline Name another dude on his grind working like hackmachine go ask ya team Music is losing his mind, shit is like a travesty it's so whack to me I could put a hundred dudes in a line and they all practically sound the goddamn same COB we the best in the bizz, 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 The answer is none, rappers are done, grab for ya gun, fast when I come niggas getting lit up I'm popping like Pac in the nineties, niggas get hit up 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 Opposition, I got ninety nine problems one ain't competition though [Hook] Ain't no competition, ain't no competition Ain't no competition, bitch ain't no competition 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, ain't no competition My city behind me, your bitch beside me You haters come find me and on this microphone [Talking] Hahahahaha (?) Yeah Y'all niggas know ain't no competition Hehehe I see you niggas actin like y'all some comp Fuck outta here COB