Young Shooter - No competion lyrics

No competion f** around boy you better listen or my young shooters will have you missing im on a mission. make it to the top or drown crying because its a cold world out there if you anit a savage and do work your sh** won't happen. Its a tragedy that this world is our reality deep thoughts and meanings when you wake up and realize everyone is a casculality becasue they already been hit with that fatality. I dont rap i spit real sh** you can taste banna peels have these b**hes tripping opp teams full of seal and these n***as be tipping hot line bling let me find out ill give that n***a a broken arm sling. You you what i mean living a dream ball is life like im kareem i stand tall in the game young yoa ming It was all compo till i became the head honcho hit them fake a** n***as with the combo i drew blood first like rambo. A dream is a dream till it become real most of these n***as dont got the mentality to build all they know is slaving in the field they call us silly monkeys turn to really junkies until we bust they a** call them real life humpties No compo n***as tripping like they going somewhere i swear cold hearted turned me lion hearted. I felt like i was parting the sea with all these b's hopping on all these d's because life is a game its just not rated E but i dont give a F ima real g take mines not whats left