Lyrics Competition - Michael.J.

Competition you can't even pay admission
Play yo position for you fuck it up
And fail the mission
I make decisions
You down there in the 3rd division
Its a vision
Watch your mouth for its a collision
I'm at the top
I can see yo' ass sit and pout
I ain't had a drought
My money still raining down
I'll take a bow
You bitches getting too loud
You herd a POW
I ain't playin' with you nigga's now
I'm on yo ass its tough nigga's down bad
And you mad I then gave you hoes whiplash
Do da Dash
Come through its a splash
I'm iced out
All we do is play freeze tag

You already know how I'm coming with it
I never fail
JJ

If I gotta fight
I keep it steady with a jab
Throw a hooker upper cut
And then I'm on his ass
All these nigga's dissin'
Cause I'm getting to the bag
But it's really one question that a nigga gotta ask
Aye
What up with the creep walking
It's the uh mother fucking
Bombardier
Not Brian but I go hardest
It seem light niggas ain't taking
No charges
And I kinda feel cause I'm not
Tryna make my nigga's no targets
Together for the same
So we really co pardon
It really seem
Like I gotta tell these nigga's
What I mean
Feel like Billie Jean
That mean I got the Ante Up
Hit it from the side
I fuck the panties up
Nigga's know that I'm known
To Panty plug
I then hit the cuz
And probably fucked the
Annie up
As long as she cute and
She packin' in the trunk
It was room with my brothers
At the bottom on the bunk
I keep some bald heads
And I ain't riding with no monks
Remember feeling' broke at the beginning
Of the month
Now I'm lookin' foreword
To the ending of the month

JJ