Competition

[Intro: Lil Durk & DJ Drama]
(Gangsta)
(Bueller)
I've come to a realization (Bandcamp)
Ls, rrah (Bueller)
My only competition (Free the guys from Lamron)
Is when niggas just don't use a DJ (Ls)
(Bandcamp)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk & DJ Drama]
Shout out to my competition
These shots to my opposition ('Cause if it come to these streets)
This shit real, my block we winnin' (Ls, let's get it)
This shit real, my block we in it (I gots to spin, no DJ)
BrickSquad K, I tweet the shit
The label say don't leak the shit (Fuck 'em)
Lawyer money, got the shit
I catch a opp, I beat the shit (Durk)
BrickSquad K, I tweet the shit
The label say don't leak the shit (Fuck 'em)
Lawyer money, got the shit
I catch a opp, I beat the shit (Rrah)
Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face
My lil' niggas'll meet with them
Lil Duck, he can't duck this clip
Wuga World K 'cause they fuck with them, let's get it
Thirty shots, we the murder block
Got chopper shells for a lot of opps (FNs)
Off parole, I'm on a lot of shots
No Fredo, bitch, I'm in a lot of cuts (Let's get it)
I do hits when I'm sober
Tryna drop 30 and Motor (Rrah)
Tell Reese Money to roll up
Even my judge know I'm poled up
Niggas workin' sides with the police (Let's get it)
Can't catch a nigga, then we on his OG (Ls)
Bitch, I been that nigga since '03
Free Five, free Law, R.I.P. Odee (Ls)
OTF, 300 (Let's get it)
Go and tell them fuck niggas get money
OTF, 300
Go and tell them fuck niggas get money, let's get it

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Shout out to my competition
These shots to my opposition
This shit real my block we winnin'
This shit real my block we in it (Gangsta Grillz)
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Shout out to my competition (Shout out to my competition)
I mean, there's no competition (I mean, there's no competition)
Look up, man, I know we winnin' (Look up, man, I know we winnin')
Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it (Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it)
We tote thirties, we love sinnin'
Fucked all these hoes, man, we hit plenty
Don't talk about money 'cause I done made plenty
Now shout out to my competition
You say you on that, you better have that with you
Shooters on deck that'll kill that issue
Actin' like you with it, that's the quickest way to get you
Fifteen hundred on a belt like it ain't a big issue
We same niggas in the same hood
Got real niggas with me, plus we official
And we shootin' shit and we ain't tryna miss you
This a message to the opps, miss me with the dissin'
Fucked his bitch, now he sneak dissing
Pull up with the windows tinted
So the haters really can't see who in it, 300

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Shout out to my competition
These shots to my opposition
This shit real my block we winnin'
This shit real my block we in it
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps
These shots to my opps, these shots to my opps

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Free the real savages