competition

[Verse 1]

Getting fired from my job is where it started

I say "Fuck this, I'ma build a market"

They say "Fuck this, I wanna get famous"

And then they pick the devil, if your dumb well how bout start it

I just bought a pack then I sold it onto Arc it

I just bought a big body bat I'm finna' spark it

All these man who love to chat ain't even on shit

I'ma take my haters and roll them up inside a carpet

[Verse 2]

Bruck it, pull yo' bands out, where your money?

I ain't tryna run off with this stack cash, had to mark it

You think you a badman, you think you funny

So what bro you got bars, imma tell you how its always been

Snoa two, four, seven I say, "Fuck my competition, I'm the only UK rapper who ain't rocking with the darkness"

I don't wanna fuck, I just came here to party

Nah I ain't tryna have that substance in my body

[Verse 3]

I'm on my own, on my lonesome

Pull up at the show, we got smoke, do you want some?

Hella bankrolls, I don't roll em', I pull up to the door, I got a baddest who gon' let me in, I know the don

How you talking about punching people up, I thought you had a gun

If you got some money, any one of us will get it done

Nowadays I only rock with the girls cause' I'm going up

So if you got some motion, hit your boy and we can run it up

Seeing all these devils about cause' I'm really sick of em

I just stay here thinking about the Lord, that's my only one

Two, four, seven I'm on go, bitch I'm going up

I'ma go to heaven when I go, cah' I do my job

Now a lot of wannabes are hoping that I lose my spot

Ion' really think they know, who they hating on

This Snoa two, four, seven [?]

And I've been moving packs, they moving slower, so I'm getting on them