3. No Competition (2026)

Yeah. You see them running? They all look the same. Check the rhythm, check the soul. We not playing games today. It’s the legacy, yeah.

No competition, I’m in a lane by myself. Keep all your hollow threats right there on the shelf. I’m moving faster than the wind, lyrical sin, watch the way I begin. No competition, I’m the king of the ghost, leaving them burnt like a burnt piece of toast. I never fold, I never bend, I’m the start and the end.

Look at the way that I ride on the track, I’m bringing that heavy, that original back. Triplets are clicking, the vision is blurring, I’m hearing the rumors that they been conferring. You trying to touch what you can’t even reach, I’m standing tall, practicing what I preach. Sharp like a blade in the dark of the night, taking the crown, yeah I’m seizing the light. You want a seat at the table? It’s locked. I’m the ticking clock, making sure that you rocked. Every flow, every bar, every breath that I take, is a move that you just can’t replicate.

No competition, I’m in a lane by myself. Keep all your hollow threats right there on the shelf. I’m moving faster than the wind, lyrical sin, watch the way I begin. No competition, I’m the king of the ghost, leaving them burnt like a burnt piece of toast. I never fold, I never bend, I’m the start and the end.

Can’t be replaced, can’t be erased. I’m the phantom, the one with the steady pace. While they chasing the clout, I’m chasing the truth, I’ve been holding this fire since the days of my youth.

No competition. None. Keep running. Yeah, we done.

Silence the noise while I sharpen the blade, building the empire, the foundation laid. They testing the waters, I’m creating the storm, breaking the mold while I shatter the norm. My cadence is surgical, rapid and lethal, a sermon of street wisdom delivered to people. They studying shadows, I’m walking the sun, the race is finished before it’s begun. You’re stuttering steps while I’m hitting my stride, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. The legacy etched in the concrete and steel, everything spoken is all that is real.

No competition, I’m in a lane by myself. Keep all your hollow threats right there on the shelf. I’m moving faster than the wind, lyrical sin, watch the way I begin. No competition, I’m the king of the ghost, leaving them burnt like a burnt piece of toast. I never fold, I never bend, I’m the start and the end.

Can’t be replaced, can’t be erased. I’m the phantom, the one with the steady pace. While they chasing the clout, I’m chasing the truth, I’ve been holding this fire since the days of my youth.

I’m the ghost in the machine, never seen, always felt, dealer of the cards that the heavens have dealt. I’m cold with the delivery, strictly precision, a vision focused beyond your decision. They talk of the king but they lack the foundation, I’m building a fortress across every nation. The grit in the gravel, the heart of the block, my timing is perfect, I’m the tick to your tock. You’re playing with echoes, I’m speaking the truth, a veteran flow that’s eternal in youth. Step to the side as I clear out the lane, the undisputed master, the lord of the rain.

Still rising, no surprising, the way I’m hypnotizing. Feel the pressure, watch the rhythm, I’m the soul inside the system. Clock is ticking, no stopping, the competition is dropping. It’s the legacy, the energy, the only one you see. Watch it burn.

No competition, I’m in a lane by myself. Keep all your hollow threats right there on the shelf. I’m moving faster than the wind, lyrical sin, watch the way I begin. No competition, I’m the king of the ghost, leaving them burnt like a burnt piece of toast. I never fold, I never bend, I’m the start and the end.