Locked In
Yuh-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
Peas, 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
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 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
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' advantage of the work and my life
Of 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
To develop a better weapon
I'm destined to fight forever
The happiness isn't promised
I feel like the buried treasure
That never goin' to be
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
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
Peas, 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
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 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
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' advantage of the work and my life
Of 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
To develop a better weapon
I'm destined to fight forever
The happiness isn't promised
I feel like the buried treasure
That never goin' to be
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
Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Anton Thompson, Sean Patrick Kennedy, Jonathan Matthew Mccollum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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