Songtexte No Competition - Fortay

Aint forgotten where I came from
Na I know i'll be
Roam the streets with still a cpl
0's to eat
Still flowing to these beats
Until i'm dead & buried
Tryin to make fo me
Doing what is necessary
Droppin music like the sacks
In a dtug run, gotta do it, cant relax
Until the funds come
An opportunist, cops will sue them
Will I catch a case
For what i'm doin, you confused I'm a rapper mate
Switched up from a crim that be getting paid
Started up a label went the independent way
How many spins i get a day
Fuck the radio
My shit stays in the streets
They the ones that fkn play me bro
Good luck to a cunt but she proves fake
Betcha albums gonna fuck with my mixed tapes
Droppin songs I gotta cpl hundred
More than you
And fo a pound I got a cpl hundred more to do