YOU CAN’T COMPETE! ISSBROKIE

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[Part I]

[Intro]
Recently, I think I've been way too competitive
I gotta chill out on that, for real
Heh-heh
(Buck, should I get it?)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
KARMAMØB, the entourage is M-O-B for life, yeah
Pull up rockin' camouflage if your head got a price, yeah
Shout-out my Bay Area, yo, shout-out all my guys, yeah
You do not get numbers, I get numbers playing dice, yeah
You do not get women, no, you did not hit last night, yeah
You can't even finish 'cause that bitch ain't on your mind, yeah
Smart with each decision, bitch, my vision is the mic, yeah
Rappers act like victims, stay in prison 'til they die, yеah
Fuck, might take it to court
Might cop me a ounce, might cop mе a court
Might cop me a house, might cop me a sport
I come to yo' town, I cop like the Force
Might cop me some pants, might cop me some shorts
They, like, hunnid grand, you can't not afford ('Kay)
You want OnlyFans? You coppin' a whore
I do my lil' dance, I might start a war (Yeah, yeah)