(Yo, JP)
We up
All night, yeah they try, but they can't
Keep up
Long time on the grind, think I need a
Re-up
Yeah, there ain't no fuckin' competition
I get it on when the bomb is tickin'
We up
All night, yeah they try, but they can't
Keep up
Long time on the grind, think I need a
Re-up
They ain't catchin' up to my position
I get it on when the bomb is tickin'
Someone lit the fuse, fired up with a fifth of booze
Walk around like I don't got shit to lose
I'm a boss, so don't get this shit confused
And start thinkin' you could ever come fit the shoe, so listen
I'm hard body as an armadillo, you soft, as a body pillow
Memory foam, let it be known
I'ma catch you like it's sharks and minnows
Leaving heartbroken moms and widows
'Cause I'm killing rappers dead, I don't need to blast no semi (bow)
Just the ink from the pen, get the casket ready
That'll show these motherfuckers not to clash with Webby
Fuck Freddy, shit I'm chasing with a mask, machete
And raw strength to defeat you, bruise, and beat you (rah)
All I leave 'em with's a fuckin' tube to breathe through
Put 'em in a chair with wheels like R2D2
And still pull the rug from underneath you, I be
Smashing 'em brutally, savagin' cruelly (yeah)
Kick 'em while they down and we snatchin' they jewelry
I'm a beast, I ain't asking if you agree (nah)
Spit is so cold you could feel it
Where your cavities used to be (yeah)
With the dog and they let us out the kennel (woof)
Teachin' rap game fundamentals (proof)
Proof is in the puddin', all these years puttin'
Still doing what you couldn't, Webby
We up
All night, yeah they try, but they can't
Keep up
Long time on the grind, think I need a
Re-up
Yeah, there ain't no fuckin' competition
I get it on when the bomb is tickin'
We up
All night, yeah they try, but they can't
Keep up
Long time on the grind, think I need a
Re-up
They ain't catching up to my position
I get it on when the bomb is tickin'
Run and tell 'em (run and tell 'em)
X been a disrespectful nigga
You ain't gotta cross the line for me to check you, nigga
My scratch game official (uh), match game official (uh)
That aim will hit you (uh), sound the same as a whistle (uh, uh)
I woke up and broke up what I had to bring
Don't take a earthquake to get this ground to shake
Don't play, you know I'm sensitive, nigga (uh-huh)
Have 'em never be able to find the rest of you, nigga (come on)
I was puttin' work in while you was jerking off (uh, uh, uh)
Your work is soft, thought you could hurt the boss
But even thinkin' 'bout it, mouth full of dirt's the cost
Think about your kids, is it worth the loss?
I'm talking old school, glove and shirts is off
Fuck drippin', I have a nigga squirting sauce
One thing's for certain, two things for sure
If I'm sleep, don't knock on my fuckin' door (nigga)
We up
All night, yeah they try, but they can't
Keep up
Long time on the grind, think I need a
Re-up
Yeah, there ain't no fuckin' competition
I get it on when the bomb is tickin'
We up
All night, yeah they try, but they can't
Keep up (come on)
Long time on the grind, think I need a
Re-up
They ain't catching up to my position
I get it on when the bomb is tickin' (man)
Run and tell 'em
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We up