Locked In (feat. Cynical) - DSturdy

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

If I got you where I want you (hum) Reflecting dreams inside my soul I try to get this out my conscience Girl, you let me make sense of it all Got me trippin' up the same days But it takes so long to find a time Do what do you want Somebody fixed the schedule But you can dance Until you groove to the drum of the beat So why are you movin' those legs slow? But it felt like we're owning something Shall we got the whole world deep kept in jeans But I don't like to make assumptions But your vibe is coming out of a freak I'm locked in (locked in) Tell me what you wanna do (what you wanna do) About to find a time We can make it right Tell me what you want, what you don't think I'm locked in (locked in) Tell me what you wanna do (what you wanna do) About to find a time We can make it right Tell me what you want, what you don't think You've been out the way so long And I was just thinking That we could just make some time We ain't got time to think about past woes (yeah) Let me make sense of it all Got me trippin' on the same days (yeah) But it takes so long to find a time Do what do you want Somebody fixed the schedule But you can dance Until you groove to the drum of the beat But it felt like we're owning something Shall we got the whole world deep kept in jeans But I don't like to make assumptions But your vibe is coming out of a freak I'm locked in (locked in) Tell me what you wanna do (what you wanna do) About to find a time We can make it right Tell me what you want, what you don't think I'm locked in (locked in) Tell me what you wanna do (what you wanna do) About to find a time We can make it right Tell me what you want, what you don't think (When the night don't shine...)

Yeah, Yeah Nigga said what (Yeah) Nigga said what (Yeah, yeah) Nigga said what (K3, K3) Nigga said what (Yeah) Nigga said what Yeah, Yeah We bout to lock in, in this bitch I put Balanci, and Ricks on 'em I put Balanci, and Ricks on 'em Nah nah, nah nah Bout to lock in, in this bitch Your bitch she do what I say Fuck bitches I'm trying to get paid Fetty Wap I do it my way Like why was you lacking He lacking told niggas stop capping I'm him I told 'em I'm stacking Like what my money is packing Packing she said that I'm packing 30 minutes she started collapsing Fake niggas their skin is cracking Cracking these niggas distracting I'm him I told 'em I'm stacking Like I took a step on 'em Told bro that we need to spin on 'em (Ah) Talk shit (Ah) So I need to flex on 'em (Ah) I'll fuck I don't want to cuff nothing Treesh bitch I told her to suck something On your block you know I'll shoot something I'm a star you know how I rock something Nigga said what (Yeah) Nigga Said what (Yeah, yeah) Nigga Said what (K3, K3) Nigga Said what (Yeah) (Ah) Nigga Said what (Yeah, yeah) Nigga said what (K3, K3) Nigga said what Yeah (Ah) Yeah (Ah) Yeah (Ah) We bout to lock in, in this bitch I put Balanci, and Ricks on 'em I put Balanci, and Ricks on 'em Nah nah, nah nah Bout to lock in, in this bitch Your bitch she do what I say Fuck bitches I'm trying to get paid Fetty Wap I do it my way Shit I do it my way Bitch you know we self-made Young nigga from the three (Uh) No chips she want to get laid Bitch I'm trying to get paid You know I do it for my team You know we chasing that green Niggas scary no Halloween Bout to lock in, in this bitch I put Balanci, and Ricks on 'em Nah, nah I put Balanci, and Ricks on 'em Nigga Said what (Yeah) (Ah) Nigga Said what (Ah) Nigga Said what (Ah, ah) Nigga Said what