C2cammy & SolReid - Can't Compete

Ever wanted something so damn bad
That you would leave ya sick dad
Feeling oh so sad?
Had a choice to make I gotta do what's best for me
Love you pops I just can't be stuck in Cheverly
For the rest of my life, I gotta get shit right
Sol searching got a nigga working
Looking from afar yeah I'm always observing
The lack of loyalty that's really why I'm hurting
Niggas ain't consistent
And these bitches they just bitches
I just keep my distance worry bout my own existence
Hold up
Brief intermission
Had to catch my breath
I always do impress
Got the "S" on my chest, yes I'm fresh to death
Get to fighting with the fans like I'm Ron Artest
In the studio for hours I don't need no rest
I be killing tracks for days this ain't my best
Sumn like J. Cole, man I'm really getting warmed up
Put me in the game dropping 60 gotta turn up
And you know I'm not finished
Dropping 20 in the overtime like that shit is light
80 points divided by 5
Every 16 bars I spit is always fire
Niggas can't compete with me on the beats
And you know my boy Preston
In ya girls cheeks
Can't compete with me
Sit back and uh, sit back and ya
Can't compete with me
Word is bond, yo, and we don't stop
Can't compete with me
One time, one time
Can't compete with me
Go, go, go, go
The itzy bitsy spider crawling up and down the web
Peter Parker in the flesh
Yeah fool we knocking heads
Should I go first? Should I start again?
We dealing with that shit niggas can't comprehend
So until then you better read a book
Walk up in my shoes I bet they fit loose
The war been over you better sign a truce
Tryna take my spot like it's easy to do
Leader of the nine realms
Sol is my brother Loki Odinson
Four strikes like a clover
'Cause when you play with C2 it's game over
Spy Kids 3, I always wanted to see Carmen naked in 3D
These niggas can't copy me or Xerox
Carbon copy, dance water dance while I slap you with this guitar
Bitches mad that I made it this far
By the seaside chilling with my chicha
That's word to my *** always buzzing
Tryna get with her or maybe her cousin
I'm just playing I'm a humble man
I like ya friend and ya other friend, fuck her mans
'Cause when I'm famous I'll fuck any bitch
Even if it's Mary Jane Watson or Lindsay Lohan
Or Megan good, you know she bops great (Uh, uh)
Stacking my cards I'll double down on a date
This fate how I rhyme
Flip a penny to a dime
Mathematics in the streets
I stuck to the books
While bitches always overlook
Niggas pulling cards like they really up
Asking for the discount
But I thought you run it up? (Run it up)
Fake flex on the gram piss poor rappers
180 deals, niggas scream "360"
Tryna make it from a Camry to a big body Beam

Written by:
Cameron Martin, Preston Kinsey, Zachary Reid

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