| Ya-Uh Yeah |
| I’m out of reach, you would need a larger arm span |
| Obvious out ya league, y’all don’t wanna start a contest |
| That kind of pressure cause a heart cramp |
| You gon' need a squad and a body guard with a Narcan |
| 'Til we find you in the CPR, can |
| This be on the record that I’m getting harmed by the armed men |
| You’re famous, I know who you are, you got no star- |
| Power looking like you play guitar in a garage band |
| Me, I’m a spectacle to see |
| I might just be chillin' at the crib and get a check from overseas |
| Bigger than a kid who went and got his medical degree |
| That’s a week’s work |
| Please, urban edibles are free |
| Choke 'em out, don’t let 'em breath |
| That’s a question not to wrestle with |
| It’s like a skippin' then I get obsessed with death and kiss |
| That bitch, goodbye, with that energy that Ekoh had |
| Kill 'em, bury him outside of Vegas where it’s desolate |
| That’s a win, catch my drift like an air vent |
| There ain’t no repair kits, this where your career end |
| You about to tear this track up? That’s some batshit |
| In the woods, then the course |
| Then you’ll board Air France |
| Take a shot of this, pour a glass |
| Started in that pornographic, had her bending over on the toilet there |
| Posing for the 'gram like I’m |
| Ahead of rappers, they so overpopulated |
| They don’t want a problem straight up |
| Mainly by the when the people make an observation |
| They checking me out, Holly thought they had |
| When they see me livin' they forget it |
| 'Cause I ain’t putting up with shit for one more minute |
| I be beating on these kids like an abusive babysitter, motherfucker |
| It’s Rittz, bitch |
| I been… |
| Locked in |
| Let 'em live or kill 'em |
| Got the option |
| I don’t even hear 'em when they talk shit |
| Takin' everybody in your top ten |
| I do not fuck with your fame |
| I do not play any game |
| Nah I already got this |
| Locked in |
| All in |
| Let 'em live or kill 'em |
| Got the option |
| I swear to god, y’all don’t listen, you skim through |
| Been givin' the best shit I can spit for y’all to listen to |
| And for the first time in my life, I ain’t worried of the sight of these bills |
| I ain’t trippin' when the rents due |
| Yeah, so now I’m takin' a stance |
| I’m on some independent shit |
| Never takin' advance of the work and my life |
| Fuck the fate and the chance |
| And now the future of this rap lookin' safe in my hands |
| Yeah |
| All of these critics keep talking but ain’t qualified |
| And givin' opinion on some shit they really don’t know how to do |
| Like I’m the way you give up on every dream, personified |
| It’s not constructive criticism if you ain’t constructive too |
| Yeah, I’m rap’s merc with a mouth |
| And leavin' rappers dead, drowning in the pool in my house |
| And try’na take over the game, I want the throne and the crown |
| Like I was put up on the Earth to break them, wheel them out |
| It’s going down, y’all been talkin', but don’t know me |
| I’m not top ten, I’m Eleven with a nosebleed |
| The galaxy been on the high but I’m enduring it |
| The music is the baby protecting the Mandalorian |
| When I started writing down all the feelings and I’m recording 'em |
| And I went from never leaving home to «I'm back on tour again» |
| And I might be walking into a trap but I’m never knowing |
| If I’m killing it or taking potential to have 'em blowing it |
| Yeah, taking hits but I know the second I develop |
| Take a skin to develop a better weapon |
| I’m destined to fight forever |
| The happiness isn’t promised |
| I feel like the buried treasure |
| They’ll never find till I’m gone |
| And I don’t need all of the accolades |
| I’m not a man of faith |
| I’m a man of work |
| Just try’na fan the flame |
| It’s heart-hop gang, living for the rhymes |
| The best in my lane, I ain’t even in my prime yet, nah |
| Y’all keep throwing the dirt but know |
| Your best day, couldn’t fuck with me on my worst |
| I think it’s absurd y’all are skating by on the scene |
| I call 'em Tech Decks, just a mini version of me |
| Observin' the scene |
| Trying to receive the potential |
| I beat all the levels |
| I been through Hell and drowned with the Devil |
| The team-up of Ekoh and Rittz, y’all ain’t ready for havoc |
| I’m Doctor Manhattan and sick of everyone on the planet |
| And so I’m out |
| I been… |
| Locked in |
| Let 'em live or kill 'em |
| Got the option |
| I don’t even hear 'em when they talk shit |
| Takin' everybody in your top ten |
| I do not fuck with your fame |
| I do not play any game |
| Nah I already got this |
| Locked in |
| All in |
| Let 'em live or kill 'em |
| Got the option |