Locked In Ekoh (Ft. Rittz)

[Verse 1: Rittz]
Ya-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
Please, 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
That's a win, catch my drift like an air vent
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, then the course
Then you'll board Air France
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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
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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