[Intro]
(David, wake up)
Ain't no competition wit' myself
Yeah, ain't no comp-
[Chorus]
Ain't no competition, I'm competing wit' myself
Yeah, the .223 aim for my health
Don't play wit' me, I'll send you up
Yeah, talkin' way up
Half they stories, they be made up
I can't believe in cap tragedies
In the kitchen cookin' masterpiece
Out to get it, I'm gon' grab a piece
Ain't no trippin' 'bout who after me
[Verse]
Yeah, fuck the mid shit, sticks extended
Uh, yeah, blocks get bended
Uh, platinum racks, need plenty
Servin' them sacks like Denny
Yeah, hot like top of the crock-pot
Half of these niggas are robot
Ball him a cap, he a show-out
He love to rap what he don't know about
Tighten that slack, get 'em X'ed out
Applying pressure, bring the best out
Been toting MAC like Best Buy
Ain't no sleep, I rest when I die
Too many racks on racks, wonder why?
Fuckin' my main but she not my wife
Blood on my heart, got stabbed by a knife
Remember I was starvin', came back alright
Yeah, he wanna lie to kick it
Still keep the fire in my britches
Know we gon' slide, we wit' it
Yeah, bulls-eye, we hit it
Yeah, I'm so focused I can damn near tell the future
And my pockets pokin' like a walkin' tumor
Should've told 'em sooner
Not in Oklahoma, I don't want her, I still might do her
Yeah, I get me a lead
Spent the check on P's
Left that shit to be
Loyalty all I need
Love that money counter bing
Gotta have it, I'm a fiend
[Chorus]
Ain't no competition, I'm competing wit' myself
Yeah, the .223 aim for my health
Don't play wit' me, I'll send you up
Yeah, talkin' way up
Half they stories, they be made up
I can't believe in cap tragedies
In the kitchen cookin' masterpiece
Out to get it, I'm gon' grab a piece
Ain't no trippin' 'bout who after me
Myself was written by JDAWA & David Morse & Reddo.
Myself was produced by JDAWA & David Morse.