Verse: “Here We Go”] As long as I can shit bricks and piss lava, I’m still spittin’—don’t care if you got softer I don’t flex for your mention, no cosigns needed Sell tickets for an ass-whuppin’, loaded and seated Name ring bells from the gutter to the marble suites Y’all internet “hard” but you broke in the streets Changed up the tempo, watch my footwork trick ya Say “step up,” you get swept, mop head for a Swiffer Tall tales in your raps, but I’m Betamax-era When I push a button, y’all gone—ex-rapper terra What’s your catalog? Whole vibe is a fraud I ran off on the plug, you just ran to your squad Yo, you wanna bring beef? I’ll bring the rotisserie Grillin’ everybody till the cypher’s a mystery Your “neck on ice?”—mine’s Siberian, bitch You throw shade, I eclipse, turn the sun to a snitch Never seen you earn a stripe—only pinstripes on a suit Got more flavor in my armpit than your best recruit Here we go, that’s the signal, knockin’ teeth like a dentist You can box up your career, I’ll FedEx your sentence Tell your idol come collect you, I’ll mismatch the crew Cross lines, get erased like your shit tattoos Try to measure up, your tape don’t reach I’m schools of hard knocks, you missed every teach You “here for the crown,” boy, I snatched that grill Now your jaw on the floor after half a pill Stomp the attitude flat—call it “pancake fade” Too sour for the flavor, still I get paid Can’t outspit the cypher, my style goes nuclear Crowd start chanting—here we go, I’m the future! [Chant/Hook: Call-and-Response with the DJ & crowd] Here we go! (Here we go, here we go—come on, come on) Yo, here we go! (Here we go!) All you fakes to the door! (Come on, come on!) Here we go! (Here we go!) Let’s see who’s raw—play the record, press go!Check the calendar—cruddy back, line the block up Ain’t a spot left for a fake, time to lock up It’s a new year, but the same old drama Still stacking bars like nickels for ya mama You wanna test mine? I been ill since the first tape Walk the cold streets, rhyme sharp as a switchblade My squad in the back like, “Yo, let him eat!” The circle never breaks, it’s O.G. concrete Bounce to the sound when I stomp on the intro Rappers all talk, disappear like it's limbo Still throwin’ hooks, call the set for a classic You lookin’ at the reason why your idols went plastic Stack the flows up like bodies in a mosh pit Too raw for the radio, better press your mosh pit I’m the cruddy in the mix, OG with the wit Invented half your sound, now I profit off your skit I never drop the mic, it just levitates up Too sick for your clique, watch me elevate up Got respect for the legacy, salute for the past But tonight’s for the cruddy—king’s seat, raise a glass! [HYPE/CROWD CHANT: HOOK—“Here We Go!”] Here we go! (here we go), come on (come on!) Oh, here we go! (here we go!), come on (come on!) We cruddy all year—straight up, never slow If you scared, step out—‘cause this year’s our show! Here we go! (here we go), come on (come on!) Oh, here we go! (here we go!), come on (come on!) And if you want a war, we already know— Static in ya ear, I have no fear
