"No Competition" Lyrics

Dont b*** the hand that will feed you, that is the wrong thing fi you fi do

Well then,
In a glas house some piece should, never throuw
but inna competition we na inna no, no
but any way we must come to soho
tell me say, we na bow -no-
In a glas house so piece should, never throuw
but inna competition we na inna no, no
but any way we must come to soho
so, longside man a bow
come on city rude boy
a tell me come from
a guess, a me grow
so me stay a so me come
a place unda me weed
the police can't put me on
ganjaman come ova the city like sun
well
judgement, ladies a just a brand an
when pow pow movement aplay unda the sun
if I write pase to we ana we two be brown
so comon girls it's time to have fun
me goes again
the plan is to be overcome