"Competition!?" lyrics
We've got fans from the primary schools to the prisons
Head to head, you're dead on collision
Breaking it down to halves and to quarters
Dem boy there don't know long division
Locked onto radio and had a long listen
And my God, them spitters try hard
But none of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
One-two, check, check, ready, get set, set
Go, I'm what's popping, I know
I'm gonna get to the top on my own
And leave Dyl like "where did he come from?"
Do I look like Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Check YouTube, hits, man's got 'em like so
None of them boys ain't hot on my zones
None of them tracks I've got on my phone
Whoa
I flow cold so blow if you ain't on catching the fever
Man win awards, then act like a diva
Fam, I'm a more spectacular leader
And in a war, I'm naturally eager
And you ain't matching me either
I think "damn" when I record immaculately
And hear it all back through the speaker
We've got fans from the primary schools to the prisons
Head to head, you're dead on collision
Breaking it down to halves and to quarters
Dem boy there don't know long division
Locked onto radio and had a long listen
And my God, them spitters try hard
But none of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
Cha, I'm badder than them
And I've got more swagger than them
Who do I mean when I say none of us?
I'm talking 'bout me and my arrogant friends
I used to make beats in a garage on the ends
Now I MC for the carats and the gems
None of them boys ain't carrying a pen
None of them tunes are banging on my ends
Wanna clash? I'll happily attend
Knock-knock, straight to it like chop-chop
Got lots so I won't stop like a cabbie
'Til I'll be in the top spot
I tried to do 419 but the [?] didn't chop, what?
You're lying if you say that I'm not hot
Now I'd only jump on a square if it's hopscotch
The fifteen that you got on the clock, stop
So you better make way
'Cause I'm coming for the crown
I'ma keep spitting
Even if the money ain't about
I can hustle in a drough
'Cause I'm from the UK
Where the mums get worried
When their sons ain't in the house
Now, check me out
Bare gigs on, a few festivals
PPL, I signed with DL
And said "I'm a celebrity, get me out"
Roll with the goons that don't let me down
Three A levels, you left without
Them lot say they don't understand us
Stupid if they don't get me now
So you better make way
'Cause I'm coming for the crown
I'ma keep spitting
Even if the money ain't about
I can hustle in a drough
'Cause I'm from the UK
Where the mums get worried
When their sons ain't in the house
We've got fans from the primary schools to the prisons
Head to head, you're dead on collision
Breaking it down to halves and to quarters
Dem boy there don't know long division
Locked onto radio and had a long listen
And my God, them spitters try hard
But none of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
We've got fans from the primary schools to the prisons
Head to head, you're dead on collision
Breaking it down to halves and to quarters
Dem boy there don't know long division
Locked onto radio and had a long listen
And my God, them spitters try hard
But none of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
Merlin
It's magic
It's crazy
I was on the net the other day watching a couple freestyles, fam
None of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
Head to head, you're dead on collision
Breaking it down to halves and to quarters
Dem boy there don't know long division
Locked onto radio and had a long listen
And my God, them spitters try hard
But none of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
One-two, check, check, ready, get set, set
Go, I'm what's popping, I know
I'm gonna get to the top on my own
And leave Dyl like "where did he come from?"
Do I look like Cotton-Eyed Joe?
Check YouTube, hits, man's got 'em like so
None of them boys ain't hot on my zones
None of them tracks I've got on my phone
Whoa
I flow cold so blow if you ain't on catching the fever
Man win awards, then act like a diva
Fam, I'm a more spectacular leader
And in a war, I'm naturally eager
And you ain't matching me either
I think "damn" when I record immaculately
And hear it all back through the speaker
We've got fans from the primary schools to the prisons
Head to head, you're dead on collision
Breaking it down to halves and to quarters
Dem boy there don't know long division
Locked onto radio and had a long listen
And my God, them spitters try hard
But none of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
Cha, I'm badder than them
And I've got more swagger than them
Who do I mean when I say none of us?
I'm talking 'bout me and my arrogant friends
I used to make beats in a garage on the ends
Now I MC for the carats and the gems
None of them boys ain't carrying a pen
None of them tunes are banging on my ends
Wanna clash? I'll happily attend
Knock-knock, straight to it like chop-chop
Got lots so I won't stop like a cabbie
'Til I'll be in the top spot
I tried to do 419 but the [?] didn't chop, what?
You're lying if you say that I'm not hot
Now I'd only jump on a square if it's hopscotch
The fifteen that you got on the clock, stop
So you better make way
'Cause I'm coming for the crown
I'ma keep spitting
Even if the money ain't about
I can hustle in a drough
'Cause I'm from the UK
Where the mums get worried
When their sons ain't in the house
Now, check me out
Bare gigs on, a few festivals
PPL, I signed with DL
And said "I'm a celebrity, get me out"
Roll with the goons that don't let me down
Three A levels, you left without
Them lot say they don't understand us
Stupid if they don't get me now
So you better make way
'Cause I'm coming for the crown
I'ma keep spitting
Even if the money ain't about
I can hustle in a drough
'Cause I'm from the UK
Where the mums get worried
When their sons ain't in the house
We've got fans from the primary schools to the prisons
Head to head, you're dead on collision
Breaking it down to halves and to quarters
Dem boy there don't know long division
Locked onto radio and had a long listen
And my God, them spitters try hard
But none of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
We've got fans from the primary schools to the prisons
Head to head, you're dead on collision
Breaking it down to halves and to quarters
Dem boy there don't know long division
Locked onto radio and had a long listen
And my God, them spitters try hard
But none of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
Merlin
It's magic
It's crazy
I was on the net the other day watching a couple freestyles, fam
None of us boys ain't got competition
None of us boys ain't got competition
