This is a song about "Compete"

I beat this bitch already i compete with to many

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Bitches always wanna compete

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

To be honest i wouldnt bother to compete,

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Me and my peeps often meet

If you wanna compete,

V2: maybe she's chilling with rich kids and i can't compete

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

Or seek some hot shit to speak and decide to compete

This aint youre fight don't compete, unless your plots to get shot by a g

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Indubitably i'm too street

If you wanna compete,