Competition

[Intro: Lil Durk & DJ Drama]

(Gangsta)

(Bueller)

I've come to a realization (Bandcamp)

Ls, rrah (Bueller)

My only competition (Free the guys from Lamron)

Is when niggas just don't use a DJ (Ls)

(Bandcamp)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk & DJ Drama]

Shout out to my competition

These shots to my opposition ('Cause if it come to these streets)

This shit real, my block we winnin' (Ls, let's get it)

This shit real, my block we in it (I gots to spin, no DJ)

BrickSquad K, I tweet the shit

The label say don't leak the shit (Fuck 'em)

Lawyer money, got the shit

I catch a opp, I beat the shit (Durk)

BrickSquad K, I tweet the shit

The label say don't leak the shit (Fuck 'em)

Lawyer money, got the shit

I catch a opp, I beat the shit (Rrah)

Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face

My lil' niggas'll meet with them

Lil Duck, he can't duck this clip

Wuga World K 'cause they fuck with them, let's get it

Thirty shots, we the murder block

Got chopper shells for a lot of opps (FNs)

Off parole, I'm on a lot of shots

No Fredo, bitch, I'm in a lot of cuts (Let's get it)

I do hits when I'm sober

Tryna drop 30 and Motor (Rrah)

Tell Reese Money to roll up

Even my judge know I'm poled up

Niggas workin' sides with the police (Let's get it)

Can't catch a nigga, then we on his OG (Ls)

Bitch, I been that nigga since '03

Free Five, free Law, R.I.P. Odee (Ls)

OTF, 300 (Let's get it)

Go and tell them fuck niggas get money

OTF, 300

Go and tell them fuck niggas get money, let's get it

[Chorus: Lil Durk]

Shout out to my competition

These shots to my opposition

This shit real my block we winnin'

This shit real my block we in it (Gangsta Grillz)

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]

Shout out to my competition (Shout out to my competition)

I mean, there's no competition (I mean, there's no competition)

Look up, man, I know we winnin' (Look up, man, I know we winnin')

Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it (Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it)

We tote thirties, we love sinnin'

Fucked all these hoes, man, we hit plenty

Don't talk about money 'cause I done made plenty

Now shout out to my competition

You say you on that, you better have that with you

Shooters on deck that'll kill that issue

Actin' like you with it, that's the quickest way to get you

Fifteen hundred on a belt like it ain't a big issue

We same niggas in the same hood

Got real niggas with me, plus we official

And we shootin' shit and we ain't tryna miss you

This a message to the opps, miss me with the dissin'

Fucked his bitch, now he sneak dissing

Pull up with the windows tinted

So the haters really can't see who in it, 300

[Chorus: Lil Durk]

Shout out to my competition

These shots to my opposition

This shit real my block we winnin'

This shit real my block we in it

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

[Outro: DJ Drama]

Free the real savages