[Talking]
Y'all know what it is, it's ya boy Crooked I
December 13th In None We Trust
The Prelude EP
C-C-COB
December 13th!
December 13th!
[Hook]
Okay I'm bottle poppin', I'm hollin' COB
I'm in Colorado rockin', deep in that 303
I got a model jockin´, she say her man´s a physician
I tell her mommy stop it, b**** ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, b**** ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
[Verse 1]
Where my haters at? Where my haters at?
Said I was dead when I left the afro, hell no n**** I made it back
Now y'all n***** gotta fade the black, so d*** hungry I ate the map
I'm the beast the West Coast in the belly of in the stripclub and I'm raining stats
Name another artist who harder than me, who smarter than me
I'm smart as a Harvard degree, in the dark i'mma spar with the beat
Don't argue with me, these artists are weak, I'm arguably
The best with these bars so they start to talk about Soundscan
I made a small fortune without y'all importing endorsement f****** with poundscan
Just made fifty grand as a middle man, did it ten times again didn't give a d***
Did it ten times again now I'm f****** with a million I didn't even have to touch one kilogram
I remember when you rappers were broke, now you tryna target the fan
Talking 'bout you bought off dope, homeboy that's your marketing plan
Fly as fur I was flexin' aside, passenger seat you was catching a ride
Ain't nothing wrong with catching a ride but something wrong with n***** that I catch in a lie
Back to the flow, passing you ho's like Green Bay Packers (?)
Passionate though, throw cash on the flow then I'm macking ya ho' going back to the mall
[Hook]
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, b**** ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
[Verse 2]
Where my haters at? Where my haters at?
Where my Raiders hat? Where my Chuck Taylors at?
Cause I'm feeling like Cube in this prime spitting that gasoline no vaseline
Name another dude on his grind working like hackmachine go ask ya team
Music is losing his mind, s*** is like a travesty it's so whack to me
I could put a hundred dudes in a line and they all practically sound the g****** same
COB we the best in the bizz, you ain't gotta give me the crown cause I took it
In the past ten years when it comes to this lyrical spitting tell me who f****** around with young Crooked
The answer is none, rappers are done, grab for ya gun, fast when I come n***** getting lit up
I'm popping like Pac in the nineties, n***** get hit up
Finish any n**** that thinking that he gon' run upon the general, criminal, on general principal
I'mma get mo' bullet the momentum is gon' spin em around then I'mma give em another round get rid of em
Ladies and gentlemen I'm the future, the whole wide world is COB
You on your grind than I salute ya, sooner or later you gon' see
What's our only mission, knock you out the number one position
Opposition, I got ninety nine problems one ain't competition though
[Hook]
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, b**** ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
[Talking]
Hahahahaha
(?)
Yeah
Y'all n***** know ain't no competition
Hehehe
I see you n***** actin like y'all some com
f*** outta here
COB
Y'all know what it is, it's ya boy Crooked I
December 13th In None We Trust
The Prelude EP
C-C-COB
December 13th!
December 13th!
[Hook]
Okay I'm bottle poppin', I'm hollin' COB
I'm in Colorado rockin', deep in that 303
I got a model jockin´, she say her man´s a physician
I tell her mommy stop it, b**** ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, b**** ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
[Verse 1]
Where my haters at? Where my haters at?
Said I was dead when I left the afro, hell no n**** I made it back
Now y'all n***** gotta fade the black, so d*** hungry I ate the map
I'm the beast the West Coast in the belly of in the stripclub and I'm raining stats
Name another artist who harder than me, who smarter than me
I'm smart as a Harvard degree, in the dark i'mma spar with the beat
Don't argue with me, these artists are weak, I'm arguably
The best with these bars so they start to talk about Soundscan
I made a small fortune without y'all importing endorsement f****** with poundscan
Just made fifty grand as a middle man, did it ten times again didn't give a d***
Did it ten times again now I'm f****** with a million I didn't even have to touch one kilogram
I remember when you rappers were broke, now you tryna target the fan
Talking 'bout you bought off dope, homeboy that's your marketing plan
Fly as fur I was flexin' aside, passenger seat you was catching a ride
Ain't nothing wrong with catching a ride but something wrong with n***** that I catch in a lie
Back to the flow, passing you ho's like Green Bay Packers (?)
Passionate though, throw cash on the flow then I'm macking ya ho' going back to the mall
[Hook]
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, b**** ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
[Verse 2]
Where my haters at? Where my haters at?
Where my Raiders hat? Where my Chuck Taylors at?
Cause I'm feeling like Cube in this prime spitting that gasoline no vaseline
Name another dude on his grind working like hackmachine go ask ya team
Music is losing his mind, s*** is like a travesty it's so whack to me
I could put a hundred dudes in a line and they all practically sound the g****** same
COB we the best in the bizz, you ain't gotta give me the crown cause I took it
In the past ten years when it comes to this lyrical spitting tell me who f****** around with young Crooked
The answer is none, rappers are done, grab for ya gun, fast when I come n***** getting lit up
I'm popping like Pac in the nineties, n***** get hit up
Finish any n**** that thinking that he gon' run upon the general, criminal, on general principal
I'mma get mo' bullet the momentum is gon' spin em around then I'mma give em another round get rid of em
Ladies and gentlemen I'm the future, the whole wide world is COB
You on your grind than I salute ya, sooner or later you gon' see
What's our only mission, knock you out the number one position
Opposition, I got ninety nine problems one ain't competition though
[Hook]
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, b**** ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
Ain't no competition, ain't no competition
My city behind me, your b**** beside me
You haters come find me and on this microphone
[Talking]
Hahahahaha
(?)
Yeah
Y'all n***** know ain't no competition
Hehehe
I see you n***** actin like y'all some com
f*** outta here
COB