Competition chords and lyrics - LIL DURK

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[Verse 1]
[F#m](Gangs[G]ta)[F#m]
(Bueller)
I've come to a realization (Bandcamp)
[G]L's[F#m]
(Bueller) grrah
My only competition (free the
guys [G]from [F#m]Lamron)
Is when niggas [G]just don't use a [F#m]DJ
[G](L'[F#m]s)
(Bandcamp)

[Verse 2]
Shoutout to my [F#m]competition[G]
[F#m]These shots to my opposition ('cause if
it comes [G]to [F#m]these streets)
This shit real, my block we winnin'
[G](L's, let's get[F#m] it)
This shit real, my block we in it (I guess
it's me and no DJ)
BricksquadK, I tweet the shit
The label say don't [G]leak the shit
[F#m]Lawyer money got the shit
I catch a opp,
I [G]beat [F#m]the shit (Durk)
BricksquadK, I tweet the shit
The label say don't [G]leak the shit
[F#m]Lawyer money got the shit
I catch a [G]opp, I beat [F#m]the shit
Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face
My lil' niggas [G]a meet with them
[F#m]Lil' Duck he can't duck this
clip
WugaworldK 'cause they
[G]fuck with [F#m]them
Let's get it
30 shots we the murda block
Got [G]choppa shells for a lot [F#m]of opps
Off parole I'm on a lot of shots
[G]No Fredo bitch I'm in a [F#m]lot of cuts
I do hits when I'm sober
Tryna drop [G].30 and Mo[F#m]tor
Tell Reesey money to roll up
Even my judge know I'm poled up
Niggas reppin' sides with
the police (let's get it)
Can't catch a nigga then we on
[G]his OG [F#m](L's)
Bitch I been the nigga since '03
Free Five, free Law,
RIP Odee (L's)
OTF 3hunnid (let's get it)
Go and tell them fuck niggas
get money
OTF 3hunnid
Go and tell them fuck niggas get money
Let's get it

[Verse 3]
Shoutout to my [F#m]competition[G]
[F#m]These shots to my oppos[G]ition[F#m]
This shit real my block we [G]winnin'
[F#m]This shit real my block we in it
(Gangsta Grillz)
These shots to my opps, these
shots to [G]my [F#m]opps
These shots to my opps, these
shots to [G]my [F#m]opps
These shots to my opps, these
shots to [G]my [F#m]opps
These shots to my opps, these
shots to my opps

[Verse 4]
Shoutout to my [F#m]competition
(shoutout to [G]my [F#m]competition)
I mean there's no competition (I mean
[G]there's [F#m]no competition)
Look up, man, I know we winnin' (look up,
man, I [G]know we win[F#m]nin')
Haters mad 'cause they ain't in it
(haters mad 'cause [G]they ain't [F#m]in it)
We tote 30's, we love sinnin'
Fucked all these hoes,
man we hit [G]plenty
Don't [F#m]talk about money' cause
I done made plenty
Now shoutout to my competition
You say you on that,
you better have that with you
Shooters on deck that a kill that issue
Actin' like you with it that's
the quickest way to get to you
Fifteen hundred on a belt like
it ain't a big issue
Same niggas in the same hood
Got real niggas with me,
plus we official
And we shootin' shit
and we ain't tryna miss you
This a message to the opps, miss
me with the dissin'
Fucked his bitch, now he sneak dissin'
Pull up with the windows tinted
So the haters really can't
see who in it
3hunna

[Verse 5]
Shoutout to my [F#m]competition[G]
[F#m]These shots to my oppos[G]ition[F#m]
This shit real my block we [G]winnin'
[F#m]This shit real my block we in i[G]t[F#m]
These shots to my opps, these
shots to [G]my [F#m]opps
These shots to my opps, these
shots to [G]my [F#m]opps
These shots to my opps, these
shots to [G]my [F#m]opps
These shots to my opps, these
shots to my opps
Free [G]the real sav

[Verse 6]
[F#m]ages
[G][F#m]