Gladiator Pit

Lyrics

[Intro: Nems] Mah, fuck your life, stupid You know the vibe (You know the vibe) Haha, third time's the charm (Yup) Roll a dong (Bing bong) Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Nems] 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 (Rrrrraa) 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 [Verse 2: Oswin Benjamin] Y'all done got passed the Mason and stepped outside of the pulpit (Hahaha) 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) 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 Go on [?] without the prosciutto (That's crazy) Young bucket that nigga with 50 Cent on my school clothes Just [?] them 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 [?] ass, number twos with excessive vibrants [?] through shortcomings [?] 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 fools gold I have to undertake a lot while evadin' the tombstones, oh woah [Verse 3: OT The Real] 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 [?] 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 ops get blunts from the same store (Haha) Money's the only thing I came for (Only thing) We don't re-up, we just make more (Facts) [Verse 4: Quake Matthews] 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 [Verse 5: Showly] 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 politican could fix my life (Bah) Duckin' police, many a nights 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 [?] 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 [Verse 6: Chris Webby] 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 twenty 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