Ramp Up lyrics

[Intro]
DECAP

[Verse 1: K.A.A.N. & Locksmith]
It's complicated
Read between the lines if you want the statement
I don't even listen to n*ggas
I'm killing off most of these motherf*ckers, digging the ditches
This feel like I wrote it in a graveyard
Elevated to this level, you ain't on my radar
Making a f*cking mess, I attest
Let 'em rest in peace, capiche? God bless
Yes, you are now f*cking with the best
Coast to coast, down south, east to west
Assess your situation 'fore you take a step
I'm a madman, tell 'em I did this sh*t for a rep
Connect with legends, I only wanted respect
I'm a venomous villain, I sink fangs in your neck
Yes, yes, I'm spitting ridiculous, I am blessed
I been coming to collect, I'm like the IRS, yes, God
I ain't took a loss in a minute
Who the f*ck said that I'm finished?
Running to the goal with the team on my back like Emmitt
Y'all pus*y motherf*ckers look timid
I don't want sh*t with nobody on the sideline sitting
To be honest, n*gga, I prefer winning
Ain't no limit how far I could take my vision
I'd die behind the sh*t that I'm spitting
sh*t can get darker than Riddi*k, I martyr them n*ggas
I'm looking like a god to you n*ggas, it's hard for you n*ggas
They acting like they couldn't tell the difference between the real and the image
The minute I made a mark, I been a marksman with the pen
I'm in the zone, I can't be stopped and I am hoping that I offend
Again, one of the illest, I am him
Over they heads, atop brims
I could give a f*ck what you think, b*tch, I know I'm top ten
Damn, let that last line sink in
I am one with the BPM
Humble these men, tell them n*ggas please calm down
I don't wanna have to hurt no clowns
I am in a circus, I can hear the serpents lurking
I can snake charm with the verses, mercy
Mercy, stay outta my lane no merging
Killing everything I'm purging, working
God, I had to connect with the Locksmith (Locksmith)
That's a Bay Area prophet (Prophet)
This some bucket list sh*t, lyrical militia
Sicker than sick, it sound like I'm vicious
Ain't this sh*t everything you envisioned?
They follow a n*gga like a religion
Handle my business, you know what the deal is
It's a guarantee they finished (Look)
[Verse 2: Locksmith]
Cosign, ghost rhyme
di*k-ride, ho sh*t
Y'all n*ggas do anything for a bag
So bag up the truth, that's a lil' gift
Y'all follow suit 'cause y'all used to the status
They follow you 'cause your viewership's padded
They say what I do's a huge disadvantage
So leave yourself muted, dilution mechanics
Localized rappers don't vocalize love
They know I'm a threat that they swept under rug
I don't lust hype, maybe the dust mites
Just type, ho-positive is your blood type
Cut ties, you and I never aligned
I would never give away leverage just to leverage a dime
You would never give me my credit, left it denied
If you ever decide, that's when your legacy dies
You n*ggas full of jealousy, overlooking obsessively
What I do, what I do is necessity that's repressing me
Never an opening, put the pen down in his direction
Insurrection, it got me in the visitors section
So what's the price quote on a quotable?
I ain't rapping with y'all, your catalogue disposable
I ain't laughin' at all, your lack of thought is notable
Expect a vision, my recognition is overdue
I give a f*ck what the fuss 'bout
Sus' how y'all ride waves like a bus route
You n*ggas spend more time online on Clubhouse
Than you do at your cub's house
Cussed out just for mentioning
Any part of my name, hard to explain the sitch you in
n*ggas make careers off of kissing ass
Give a pass and then benefit, then the feelings pass
Paddling past rappers that's traveling ass backwards
Harassing you rap staffers who try to kiss ass after
I planted my flag by taking the scraps you had
Making a mountain of crabs that burn down as I laugh after
This is the last chapter I'm speaking from
I will not deceive or receive sh*t to be seen as such
None of you demons seem to be speaking up
Keep in touch, I'ma keep preaching until I reach the cusp
Cuffing my inseam when I'm mincing
Inching away from you n*ggas testing my instinct
f*ck a toilet bowl, p*ssing in sink
In synchronicity dissing me when I spit, blink
You gon' need more than a face covering
Hovering over every detail when you fail, summon me
Some of you rappers ain't wanna sacrifice
Here's some bad advice, take the bag, have a average life