No Competition Ralo (Ft. Shy Glizzy)

[Intro: Ralo & Shy Glizzy]
The Heroes
I used to sell cocaine, used to sell hard
Who made this beat?
Started sellin' heroin, started sellin' weed
Twysted Lyrxo, baby
I'm a jack of all trades, you dig?
Young Jefe, holmes
Uh

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Remember nights in them cold cells
Now I'm taking flights to them hotels
Hold tight 'til the dope sell
Tell the weed man we need more bales
Still screaming out fuck 12
If a nigga play, I'm goin' back to jail
I don't listen to these niggas' music
All of these niggas wack as hell
I ain't never been to Pakistan but I named my hood after Pakistan
My bitch ain't never gon' need nothin', all she gotta do is ask her man
Blast a man, I would blast a man, tell them niggas I'll blast 'em
I ain't fuck with my daddy, mama made me a bastard
Money came a lil' faster, I flipped it every time it came in
I ain't even no rapper, this dope boys entertainment
You know I do it for the dope boys, and I do it for the weed dealers
I don't fuck with none of these niggas, I don't feel I really need niggas
Mama said she can't sleep at night
She had a dream I had a candlelight
Tell my mama if I ever die
Know I lived a real nigga life
I'd rather die a real nigga
Than live like a fuck nigga
I knew these niggas all my damn life
But I don't even fuck with 'em