​cant compete

[Intro]
​​garden avenue
I can't fucking compete
Everybody's shot is so on right now
I just can't fucking compete
She's got the swag
Can you get the fuck out of my face?

[Chorus: Swagtastic]
Keep the racks on me, this piece don't freeze
And I know you feel like Jev, 'cause you can't compete
And I walk around the city just to feel something
And I think about the shit that been happenin' round me
And I'm fly like wings, keep a shooter in the streets
Keep it glicked up, bet you limp no [?]
Bitch, this ain't no warm up, this the real thing
Keep a couple rounds, bet your skin be pokey

[Verse 1: Swagtastic]
I been working, got my bands up, up
This ain't no [?], it won't jam up, up
1v1, don't need no backup, whoa
Talking dumb and we gon' pack him up
I can go insane but I am a [?]
I might take a couple L's, no, I'll never cave in
And what I'm goin' through, I'll never say shit
Put it through my head, hope you aim it

[Chorus: Swagtastic]
Keep the racks on me, this piece don't freeze
And I know you feel like Jev, 'cause you can't compete
And I walk around the city just to feel something
And I think about the shit that been happenin' round me
And I'm fly like wings, keep a shooter in the streets
Keep it glicked up, bet you limp no [?]
Bitch, this ain't no warm up, this the real thing
Keep a couple rounds, bet your skin be pokey

[Verse 2: mental]
Walk around the city with a rack on me
This the only way I'm livin', I said fuck a plan B
[?] how they used to look right past me
Yeah, we hit it up, running to the bag like athlete
If he talk, got a Glick, slice you for the hell of it
We stay moving silent, [?]
Used to talk down, now I'm up and you irrelevant
I'm with Swag in the back, we been in our element (Let's go)

[Interlude]
You are my mate
So, Swag
This is some good style
She's got the swag

[Chorus: Swagtastic]
Keep the racks on me, this piece don't freeze
And I know you feel like Jev, 'cause you can't compete
And I walk around the city just to feel something
And I think about the shit that been happenin' round me
And I'm fly like wings, keep a shooter in the streets
Keep it glicked up, bet you limp no [?]
Bitch, this ain't no warm up, this the real thing
Keep a couple rounds, bet your skin be pokey