"Try To Compete" lyrics
(Damn, those some new effects)
(Ayy, Bangout)
Woah, woah, woah
Uh
Turn up the spot and make it a mess for me
In a cage fight like Jon Jones, niggas never get close to me mentally
There's a major miss for you in Beverly
Make an SAF9 nigga rest in peace
In the trenches where I feel the safest
Ski never tell a nigga where his safe'll be
In they face like razor blade
Through all that hate, I remain a beast
Never throw a white flag or showin' my hand
'Cause my brother died, it controllin' me
T30 my twin from the pen' to the street
Goin' rockstar Chrome with the creases
Put an opp in the dome, he get beat
Load the scope and gun if they tryna compete
Demonstration, walk him down with two feet
I still get paid off old unreleased
He a rat, ate the mold out the cheese
Want Quay like Act', real geek boy like Veeze
The point of his life, he gotta leave it, ain't givin' head, pussy, can keep it
Mama said she made me to a star, but I think that it's the drugs I needed
So many substances in one cup, so dark, think the devil drink it
This a G6, got me on point, in the cut, I ain't blinkin'
Your favorite rapper tellin' you lies, he get in the interrogation room, he gon' tell it
'Fore I be a bitch in disguise, I'd rather hang with the killers and felons
Thug life, Lil Jumpout, say his name, make a nigga whole family regret it
Ain't no sleep, we gettin' money off mud pints
They say life is a gamble, hope you holdin' the dice (Uh)
Get out of line and get out the way, this big 45 tryna flip niggas
I ain't tryna be disrespectful to my fans, but if I got it on me, no pictures
Walkin' 'round by my lonely, I'm missin' my dogs, I know that they watchin' down on me
No slut can't get my money, thinkin' 'bout the past when them bitches said I was bummy
Turn up the spot and make it a mess for me
In a cage fight like Jon Jones, niggas never get close to me mentally
There's a major miss for you in Beverly
Make an SAF9 nigga rest in peace
In the trenches where I feel the safest
Ski never tell a nigga where his safe'll be
In they face like razor blade
Through all that hate, I remain a beast
Never throw a white flag or showin' my hand
'Cause my brother died, it controllin' me
T30 my twin from the pen' to the street
Goin' rockstar Chrome with the creases
Put an opp in the dome, he get beat
Load the scope and gun if they tryna compete
You gon' have haters in everything you do, so you gon' have a lot of haters if you layin' the walkdown 'cause if you lay the walkdown, man
Layin' the walkdown, uh
It's, it's like, you know what I'm sayin'? Like
You, you, you, you doin' this
(Ayy, Bangout)
Woah, woah, woah
Uh
Turn up the spot and make it a mess for me
In a cage fight like Jon Jones, niggas never get close to me mentally
There's a major miss for you in Beverly
Make an SAF9 nigga rest in peace
In the trenches where I feel the safest
Ski never tell a nigga where his safe'll be
In they face like razor blade
Through all that hate, I remain a beast
Never throw a white flag or showin' my hand
'Cause my brother died, it controllin' me
T30 my twin from the pen' to the street
Goin' rockstar Chrome with the creases
Put an opp in the dome, he get beat
Load the scope and gun if they tryna compete
Demonstration, walk him down with two feet
I still get paid off old unreleased
He a rat, ate the mold out the cheese
Want Quay like Act', real geek boy like Veeze
The point of his life, he gotta leave it, ain't givin' head, pussy, can keep it
Mama said she made me to a star, but I think that it's the drugs I needed
So many substances in one cup, so dark, think the devil drink it
This a G6, got me on point, in the cut, I ain't blinkin'
Your favorite rapper tellin' you lies, he get in the interrogation room, he gon' tell it
'Fore I be a bitch in disguise, I'd rather hang with the killers and felons
Thug life, Lil Jumpout, say his name, make a nigga whole family regret it
Ain't no sleep, we gettin' money off mud pints
They say life is a gamble, hope you holdin' the dice (Uh)
Get out of line and get out the way, this big 45 tryna flip niggas
I ain't tryna be disrespectful to my fans, but if I got it on me, no pictures
Walkin' 'round by my lonely, I'm missin' my dogs, I know that they watchin' down on me
No slut can't get my money, thinkin' 'bout the past when them bitches said I was bummy
Turn up the spot and make it a mess for me
In a cage fight like Jon Jones, niggas never get close to me mentally
There's a major miss for you in Beverly
Make an SAF9 nigga rest in peace
In the trenches where I feel the safest
Ski never tell a nigga where his safe'll be
In they face like razor blade
Through all that hate, I remain a beast
Never throw a white flag or showin' my hand
'Cause my brother died, it controllin' me
T30 my twin from the pen' to the street
Goin' rockstar Chrome with the creases
Put an opp in the dome, he get beat
Load the scope and gun if they tryna compete
You gon' have haters in everything you do, so you gon' have a lot of haters if you layin' the walkdown 'cause if you lay the walkdown, man
Layin' the walkdown, uh
It's, it's like, you know what I'm sayin'? Like
You, you, you, you doin' this
