Turn It Up

Intro

Yeah.

You wanted a problem?

Fine.

Let's talk.

Verse 1

I came from the bottom with a chip on my shoulder,

Every time you pushed, I just came back colder.

You thought I was finished, thought I'd stay on the floor,

But I picked up my pieces and I came back for more.

You looked right through me like I wasn't alive,

Now I'm taking every word that you said and I rhyme.

You wanted a target, you wanted a fight,

Now I'm turning every insult into dynamite.

Pre-Chorus

You can walk away,

You can act like you don't care.

But every time you turn around,

I'm already standing there.

Chorus

I'm a fucking wreckin' ball,

Crashing into everything.

You see me and walk away,

Like I'm not worth your day.

I've been going for your jugulars,

And you've only gotten uglier.

Add that to my dissing track,

Kiss my disrespectful ass.

Verse 2

You thought I'd get quiet, thought I'd lose my voice,

But you handed me a beat and you gave me a choice.

So I chose every syllable, sharpened every phrase,

Turned all of your bullshit into fuel for the blaze.

You talk like a king but your crown's made of plastic,

Your whole tough act is getting old and sarcastic.

You wanted attention, well congratulations,

Now you're getting mentioned in every damn rotation.

Pre-Chorus

You can walk away,

You can act like you don't care.

But every time you turn around,

I'm already standing there.

Chorus

I'm a fucking wreckin' ball,

Crashing into everything.

You see me and walk away,

Like I'm not worth your day.

I've been going for your jugulars,

And you've only gotten uglier.

Add that to my dissing track,

Kiss my disrespectful ass.

Bridge

I don't need your approval,

I don't need your crown.

You tried to push me under,

But I'm still standing now.

Every little jab,

Every cheap attack,

You gave me all the ammunition,

Now I'm giving it back.

Rap Break

One, two, three, better step aside,

You don't wanna be the reason that I switch my stride.

Four, five, six, now I'm picking up speed,

You planted all the chaos, now you're watching it breed.

Seven, eight, nine, thought I'd never come through,

Funny how the loudest one suddenly got nothing to prove.

Ten on the clock, and I'm still going strong,

You made yourself the subject of the motherfucking song.

Final Chorus

I'm a fucking wreckin' ball,

Crashing into everything.

You see me and walk away,

Like I'm not worth your day.

I've been going for your jugulars,

And you've only gotten uglier.

Add that to my dissing track,

Kiss my disrespectful ass.

Outro

You wanted a fight.

You got a song.

Turn it up.

I'm not done.