No Competition

People been trippin' tryna keep me out of the scene,

'Cause they think I ain't good 'cause I'm only fifteen,

I don't know what you mean, bitch you must've not seen,

I was born with this skill in my genes and if I wasn't,

Then explain why it's foreseen that I'll be making cream,

Like a product from Dairy Queen, not the best but,

I'm very keen on being able to sustain a rhyme scheme,

But sometimes it might seem I ain't the one writing these,

But it's whatevs 'cause when I squeeze this fuckin' pen,

And turn in a full 180 degrees and stab my opponent in,

The motherfuckin' head and make him drop to his knees,

Like I'm John Wick, which is pretty fuckin' ironic,

Since I kill these beats consistently like Em back in

Chronic, but I leave a sting like a fuckin' bumble bee,

Or being radioactively atomic, but I been the bomb,

'Cause my raps are sprinkled with napalm therefore,

You can say I'm explosive on every song, turn it up,

More like turn it on, 'cause this game is my bitch,

And I'm the abusive other half of it, so I take a,

Massive shit on your wack ass career 'cause every,

Year I'll be here to tell you how bad you are to

Your motherfuckin' ear, the end is coming near,

But in order for me to see an actual competition,

I'd need a mirror, I'm just so narcissistic, I'm just,

So smart and gifted with all these bars I shitted,

So I squeeze 'em out, but I'm barely going hard with it,

But I'm stuck here with no intent to leave 'cause,

I'm behind bars with it, so y'all can come get it,

But come into my zone and you won't leave without,

Being disoriented, but my intentions weren't meant,

For you to be offended, but if you are then deal with it,

But sometimes I just feel like I don't get across,

To anybody in this damn rap game, I feel ashamed,

To be apart of something so boring and plain, MC's,

Ain't being creative like they used to be, it's all,

Chain this, chain that, chick this, chick that,

Bitch I'd go listen to Kidz Bop if I wanted to,

Listen to a kid's rap, I wouldn't even consider that,

shit rap, sounds more like a wet pile of crap,

But back on track you're already being overlapped,

Talking hella shit when I'm turned around behind my back,

But when I turn around and I finally acknowledge that,

Where y'all phonies at, tired of y'all phony acts,

Think your career is lit, blow it out, you're outmatched,

We ain't the same, know the difference, I'm an outcast.