YOU CAN’T COMPETE!

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Recently, I think I've been way too competitive I gotta chill out on that, for real Heh-heh (Buck, should I get it?) Yeah [Verse 1] KARMAMØB, the entourage is M-O-B for life, yeah Pull up rockin' camouflage if your head got a price, yeah Shout-out my Bay Area, yo, shout-out all my guys, yeah You do not get numbers, I get numbers playing dice, yeah You do not get women, no, you did not hit last night, yeah You can't even finish 'cause that bitch ain't on your mind, yeah Smart with each decision, bitch, my vision is the mic, yeah Rappers act like victims, stay in prison 'til they die, yеah Fuck, might take it to court Might cop me a ounce, might cop mе a court Might cop me a house, might cop me a sport I come to yo' town, I cop like the Force Might cop me some pants, might cop me some shorts They, like, hunnid grand, you can't not afford ('Kay) You want OnlyFans? You coppin' a whore I do my lil' dance, I might start a war (Yeah, yeah) [Bridge] Yeah, I might start a band, I might start a Porsche I got me some bands, might cop me some more I got me a grand, I'm spendin' before I'm off of yo' planet, ain't been here before No, I promise, these rappers ain't been here before I been tourchin' these rappers, they look like a corpse I been all about tea until it is not warm I been comin' with energy since I was born KARMA [Part II] [Verse 2] All of these rappers is trash, and, I promise, they ain't competition Can't see the vision? Bitch, I don't wanna just blow up I wanna blow up with the homies and kill shit, yeah I-I-I swear to God, I'm been a villain since maybe age six I been stuck on a mission I'm helpin' the homies, we makin' a livin' I might hit up Nuuma, I cop a commission, yeah I'm in a Ghost like Danny Me and my bitch look like Billy and Mandy (We do) All of these rappers ain't happy The best rapper out (Yuh) is a goddamn tranny (That's true) I-I-I-I'ma stay talkin' my shit When these rappers stay cryin', I know they can't stand me I hate all these rappers, they stay disappointed They goddamn mamas shoulda used a plan B, woah You can't compete I look at yo' face, it's under my feet Like, you got a fetish, you stay under me I know why these rappers be hatin' on me They hate the competitive nature of me I'm way too competitive, like, dangerously And all these rappers just copy the cadence of me I promise, ain't nobody greater than me at this rap shit Shout-out my ex, I can't fuck with that bitch Noose on my neck (Yuh), the time I did acid Awoke in a bed (Yuh), and then I smoked cat piss (Ayy) That was the day I realized I'm that bitch Woah (Yeah), yeah, woah (Ayy) Stay takin' lyrics and copyin' flows No, I ain't your friend, I know how this goes I'm stayin' with KARMA, you know they the bros, yeah (ISSBROKIE) [Outro] Actually, maybe I don't need to stop being competitive Maybe everyone else just needs to step their game up Heh-heh-heh-heh You guys are making this too easy