No Competition - CYRUS

Really gotta test myself nowadays

Had to flip the sample and hit it another way

I’ve been dodging calls like bullets, been running laps in fact

My competition is me, and I been kicking my ass

And I been loving the salt, put that shit on my dinner

Been flipping hella money trees, I’ve been catching the splinters

Armani all on my jeans, I live the life of a winner

She got her claws in my back, I’m feeling like Kawhi Leonard

And I been tickling keys, I’ve been serving up beats

Come and get you some vegetables, you look like you could eat

And I don’t listen to y’all, I don’t do what I’m told

Because I’m way too fucking talented to settle at all

And I’ll never be giving my minutes away

Type of player nobody would ever trade

And I know you’re under pressure, you look tense, put your mood on a sedative

and your girl in my hat because I’m her fav

And I’m living in the real world, welcome to my crib

This the type of place where you never would exist

I been setting milestones, overdriven with the pen

And it’s me that’s out the pen, while you sitting on the fence

I’ve been trying to figure out why you so damn cheap

Name one thing that you ain’t got leased

Everything I need, man, I own in full

And my refrigerator slapping, to your girl I’m goals

And it’s time for a switch-up, drink getting mixed up

Throw it right back, too quick, catch hiccups

I’m a little sweet, you a little bitter

But I can’t even lie, girl, it’s you I want for dinner

And no I isn’t finished, rapper and the business

Singer and the guy that was neither but was committed

I made my decision, do it and deliver

Or do it and go broke it doesn’t matter cause I did it

You can question my agenda, question my intentions

But never fucking question who I am, because I’ve earned that

These my blessings, quick with the shade

Quick to assume you is Woj with the takes

Every bit of news, isn’t breaking news

But I will breakaway soon as I get hold the ball

Warming up, getting loose, breaking in the shoes

Feeling Kevin Bacon, might get jiggy with the moves

And the world is for taking, what’s that mean to you?

Cause you is my world, let me be your number two

Been said no feelings, then I caught feelings

Fall the wrong way, might catch your boy kneeling

And me isn’t Colin, but me is a baller

Had to drop lines, but I’m still a shot-caller

A tough act to follow, but one that you should

Take off your shoes, let’s dance on the hood

Man, it’s no competition, man on a mission

I write the stories and this first edition

And you need to listen, no, really listen

Not how it sounds, but the things that I mention

And life’s full of lessons, found me a teacher

Girl, all my exes was me doing research

Why’s it so easy, when did it happen?

Broke and alone, now I’m rich and I’m happy

That’s word to my spirit, never let 'em break me

Even when the tension had me feeling like I hate me

Ten whole years, and I’m still a rookie

But I’m about to get that supermax though, book it

Might lose my footing, running up the stats

But I’ll be in my bag by the time I even crash

And I’m never gonna settle, taking none of this for granted

Cause I got everything I ever needed, so I’ll manage

Man, there’s no competition