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Gladiator Pit
Chris Webby, NEMS, Oswin Benjamin, OT The Real, Quake Matthews, Showly
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Mah, fuck your life, stupid
You know the vibe
Third time's the charm (yup)
Roll a dong (bing bong)
Yo, yo, yo
Right nows not the time to hate, I'm everywhere, it's pure torture
Thinkin' you could fuck with my squad, now that's a tall order (never)
Ten deep, hoppin' on planes, my crews'll cross borders
I don't go to beaches no more, my pool got salt water (water)
You got to learn that I'm not gonna lose
I told her, "Let me go raw, who wears condoms in pools?" (Who does that?)
Really baby, think about it, fucks the matter with you? (Fucks wrong with you)
Hit me on the 'Gram, I fucked her, same night out of the blue
My personality done got me out of the red
This blicky will put your fuckin' thoughts out of your head (rrrrrah)
You a loser, get them fuckin' thoughts out of your head (get 'em outta here)
And if it ain't about money, I don't get out of the bed, ah (ching-ching)
These satin sheets is too comfortable (too comfortable)
I don't do sleepovers, wake up, you're too comfortable (your Uber's here)
You're fuckin' weird, that's why bitches don't fuck with you
They puttin' pills all in they drink like Cliff Huxtable
Rah, yo, take these last four bars and rub 'em on your chest
Yo, Webby, tell 'em don't ever disrespect me
Yeah, we outside, stupid
Fuck your life
Y'all done got past the Mason and stepped outside of the pulpit
It is what it is, know this killer came with a full clip (baow)
I ain't come for play-play (nah)
So, understand there ain't no skippin' this ass whoopin' (come on skip)
Pen sharper than Club Shay-Shay, huh
These dudes are stuck in a clear state of delirium (facts)
They ain't good fellas, lil' Joeys think that we're scared of him
Aww, them niggas have got it backwards
God, I'm a dog, the Lord my Shepard but the interiors terrier (woof-woof-woof)
Been a Pitbull since that fool was screamin' culo, puto
Going hand over since without the prosciutto (that's crazy)
Young bucket, that nigga with 50 Cent on my school clothes
Just curing and caught bodies on corners 'til school close
See, loyalty forcify when met with a few hoes (facts)
Fallin' out like all them retail, the way I seen crews fold (seen crews fold)
Me and my misalid ass, number twos with excessive vibrants
They stood through shortcomings stay tall like my new pole
God flow, how light shine through me like blue stone
Go the legend, I'm only operatin' in two modes
And you know I'm in my element, this ain't no fool's gold
I have to undertake a lot while evadin' the tombstones, oh, whoa
Take your co-signs and rub 'em on your chest (rub 'em on your chest)
If there's somethin' I'ma stress, we'll just come to y'all address (real rap)
This work comin' once I'm done with all the rest (uh-huh)
That's why I put on this Rollie and this gun when I get dressed (when I get dressed)
Fiends get the fetty betty, ice for the tweakers (ice for the tweakers)
State row multi-cell, fight for your sneakers (fight for your sneakers)
I whacked up a bike, homie tried, said it was decent (it was decent)
Careful on that line, you'll get indicted for your recents (oh)
I done seen calls put people behind walls (walls)
I done seen raw get beat on in times four (times four)
I done seen whores get evil and lying whores
This business a grind sport, I suggest you mind yours (suggest you mind yours)
The work slows up, then the robberies occur (robberies occur)
If you say nobody's home, bro, you got to be for sure (got to be for sure)
The pots just bein' stirred, this the prophecy in work
She gon' need a colonoscopy from swallowin' this work (yeah)
They ain't stopped makin' guns once they made yours (nah)
It's tough, you and your apps get blunts from the same store
Money's the only thing I came for (only thing)
We don't re-up, we just make more (facts)
I keep fakin' smile after smile, I can barely pretend
'Cause I'm just so sick of buryin' friends (yeah)
Been fightin' with the mirror again, drinkin' spirit after spirit
Then I got the nerve to wonder why my spirit ain't cleansed
I got dark circles under my eye muscles
Empty bottles on my desk, plottin' a side hustle
Hate texts from my ex comin', I try to rebuttle
Only to discover that it's like playin' Russian roulette
Feel like God got a gun to my head
But I thank Him 'cause when you feel like a target then you know you a threat
I been slowin' down, holdin' regrets close to the edge
Showing regress, hopin' to still hope for the best
Got the Spotify billboard in Toronto and I thought it was fresh
That's until I seen my Spotify check
I guess for not ridin' the wave, that's what I get
But I'd rather drown than be a slave for my respect
Bet, if I don't get paid, I'm comin' to collect (uh-huh)
With the blade like Bobby Flay, you fuckin' with a chef
Touch my plate, and I'm pullin' out your stomach through your neck
It's Mister Matthews
And if I had to explain this shit to Christ, why I was dealin' weight?
It's 'cause I wasn't dumb enough to think that no politician could fix my life (bah)
Duckin' police, many a night had to hustle to eat
My soul gone, but that's how long I've been runnin' these streets
Every verse you gotta switch and you gon' throw rounds, and go down
The only thing they switch is they pronouns, from he to her
I'm a consonant, I keep it G for sure
I get it poppin' with a continent 'cause only sheep defer (uh)
And people charged him with an overdose death
He said, "I wanted only dope, homie, don't throw me no fet"
But when the fiend is comatose, you know the Holy Ghost next
We took the flow to Hollyoak, but that's 'cause Showly know best
These niggas goin' broke postin', tryna keep these hoes open
A bunch of mannequins with nice clothes, no motion (uh)
The PCP that my bro quotin' so potent
He got a house off of that water with no ocean (woo)
Y'all low intensity, no consistency
Prone to injury, livin' off your bro identity
Ain't no convincin' me that me and y'all is anything alike
Y'all can't fuck with me in anything in life, nigga
See, I got a couple loose screws, fuckin' with Webby's a lose-lose
What you call my enemies, I call targets to shoot through
Shit, who else you know could spit out this fire like Mushu?
While lookin' like a druggie version of Steve up in Blues Clues (uh-oh)
Just 'cause I be singin' lately, don't get it confused, dude
I got bars that could put a body way down where the roots grew
So, just let 'em talk that shit in my comments on YouTube
As I fuck their mothers while watchin' Sopranos on Hulu (oh)
See, I learned you gotta dribble 'fore you slam in a basket
And learn to aim before you shoot, and so I carefully practiced
And now homicide is a hobby, leave 'em layin' in a casket
Until the worms are crawlin' through 'em like the sand on Arrakis
Listen, fuckin' with Webb's like tryna handle a cactus
A fully rabbid white boy, I'm just an animal cracker
Who took off for another planet, but I landed in madness
So, I fucked the world 'til I busted and I slanted the axis (baow)
Stuck in this game where the rappers can rhyme, barely
Pretty sure most of 'em ain't seen inside of a library
While the world gone soft, no action, all talk
Bunch of pussies with no backbone, y'all non-spinary
I am known for sayin' stuff you're not supposed to say
In cancel court, I got a trial on the way
In the jacuzzi like Matthew Perry, except I'm on a higher dose of K
A couple Adderalls, a Tylenol, an eighth
And psilocybin' caps with an entire batch of weed brownies
A fuckin' Prilosec, and so much coke, I'm stuffy, grab a Dimetapp
I only murdered Lil Xan just to cremate his fuckin' remains
Line 'em up with a razor blade, roll a 20 and snort a line of that
To see if I could catch a high from that, I'm just a psychopath
But still, in spite of that, catch him in a web with these spider raps
Shadowbanned, censored, investigated and wire tapped
So tell a friend to tell a friend that I am back
Webby
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