No Contest

I'm talkin' money, cash, bags, when I used to be in the trap house

I got my foot on they neck and I know that they tired, they ready to tap out

I got the cheese so I stay with the rack out

Too many hits, yeah, I really could black out

Music for life, no, I never could back out

Gettin' the money, I stay with the racks out

Dropped her, got tired of blowin' the back out

If they said smoke, then we blowin' it back out

They tryna stop me, I'm never gon' back down

I'm in the zone and I never could snap out

Silly me, silly me, yeah, this is really me

Used to hate my music, they wasn't feelin' me