T-G Squabbles

[Intro] T-G squabbles ring in my brain Training Day numbers four to the grain Three KOs in three on the clock Shoulda been undercard whole crowd in shock [Chorus] This the undercard for UFC night took they man card no need blue lights No police reports just jaw on the floor Four-oh run then I asked for more This the undercard for UFC night three KOs three minutes on sight T-G squabbles all heart no hype T-G squabbles all heart no hype [Verse 1] Hands talk heavy no keyboard war Gym smell chalk rubber on floor Towel in the corner water in a jug Opp tryna mug me face turn shrug Bell go ding whole room get mute Footwork skate that shuffle in boot Crowd go oooh when I touch that chin Ref had to jog just to keep me from spin Taking man cards stamp them void He swung wild I swung annoyed No sirens only timers and sweat He saw my jab then he saw regret [Bridge] No cops no calls just gloves just walls Just breath one beat four-oh no cheat Three KOs too quick replay that clip Whole gym that night felt UFC bright [Chorus] This the undercard for UFC night took they man card no need blue lights No police reports just jaw on the floor Four-oh run then I asked for more This the undercard for UFC night three KOs three minutes on sight T-G squabbles all heart no hype T-G squabbles all heart no hype Training day drama, clock hits the fourth, Three KOs, three minutes, no time for remorse. Shoulda been the undercard, UFC lights glow, Taking man cards, no reports, just a low blow. Ref ain’t call it, streets wrote the score, Echoes of the crowd, can’t ignore the uproar. [Prechorus] No stripes, no shield, no badge in sight, Just the ring and the chaos, the thrill of the fight. [Chorus] T-G squabbles, no refs, no peace, Taking man cards, no reports, just heat. Three KOs in three, what a savage feat, UFC night dreams, but the crowd still eats. [Verse 2] They came out swinging, fists like sermons, Talked big game, now the tale’s turning. Bruised egos, clock ticking, no warning, Shoulda stayed home, skipped the morning. Canvas painted red, no brush, just fists, Silent confessions in the air, no time to miss. [Prechorus] Gloves off, pride bruised, egos on fire, The roar of the crowd keeps climbing higher. [Chorus] T-G squabbles, no refs, no peace, Taking man cards, no reports, just heat. Three KOs in three, what a savage feat, UFC night dreams, but the crowd still eats.