Uppercut

By J Reno

Released on March 6, 2025

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[Verse: J Reno]

They want to walk in my shoes, it ain't sweet, bro

They say you snooze, you lose, I don't sleep though

Don't want to cross that line, it's like a free throw

Eyes closed, I don't need those, see your ego

Will bruise and bleed slow, you in deep snow

And it's a deep cold, you walkin' a steep slope

It really seems so that you ain't seen low

That's why you need hope, see, I don't need no

Mother fuckin' body at all, ever, I got me

Always movin' forward no matter what it may cost me

I ain't met the one to stop me, I be top seat even if the label drop me

Do you not see? You must, it's right under your nose

You washed up like a shoreline bundle of coke

I'm rhymin' like a razor held under your throat

One line is all it takes, now you know that's dope

Fuck a hook to track, more like an uppercut

I don't need no structures, I'ma run amok

And if you think you tough enough to come fuck with us

You gon' find out real quick you're not one of us

Killin' everything they put in front of us

And that's what we mean when we talkin' 'bout under us

Dig it? Well, then you gon' lie in it, die in it

All I really need is five minutes

And when the time finish, you'll know that I'm live with it

These cats fumble the bag, talkin' on my digits

Fuck streams, what's the numbers in the bank balance

Fuck you pay me, I don't waste talents

A bunch of fake cowards who try to take ours

What they do in a month I do in eight hours

A true master of the art and the style

So throw another body on top of the pile

And I'll keep it a buck with ya

Most of the people that say they fuck with ya, they don't fuck with ya

A couple likes ain't movin' a needle, just look at the people who influence the people

You eat that shit up, too stupid and feeble

To realize it ain't nothin' but bullshit they feed you

And please stop bitin' who you listen to

These fools don't even try to be original

It's funny though 'cause ain't nobody mimic you

C-Grade carbon copies, shit is pitiful

You live a lie, not the shit that you rap about

It's clear that you only here 'cause you after clout

Cross me, it ain't a thing to come slap your mouth

When I enter the conversation, you backin' out

I'm only here to cash it out in mass amounts

You got a problem homie? Ain't no way to hash it out

You were conceived under massive doubt

Even your own mother wish she would have went ass to mouth

Lashin' out when nobody hit the share button

It's a shame ain't a nobody cares button

Social media rappers never leavin' the house

You ain't lived enough to even be speakin' about

So it's a reach whenever that shit leave your mouth

If you don't crave a body bag, then leave me out