ULT in the Lobby lyrics

[Intro: J.K. the Reaper]
ULT, n*gga!
Ultimately Liberated Together!
We're not f*ckin' around out here!
Keepin' the foot on the gas!
Old gas, new brakes!
All y'all n*ggas that thought you was doin' something, you're wrong!
Don't let your mama lie to you!
This the type of sh*t you can't kill!
This is every day, 24/7!

[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar]
Rogue kemosabe, choppin', do karate
b*tch, we get it poppin', we don't do no talkin'
We don't do no sleepin', beat him till he sleepy
Worldstar the beating if he say we beefin'
All my n*ggas hit licks, rockin' masks like they trick or treatin'
Tell 'em peeps that it's U Season (U Season)
b*tch n*ggas just can't relate or come around my tribe either
Four women in a two-seater, they tacked in on U ether
Say they only want pipe action, they'll f*ck on the U vita
Beat that pus*y for the f*ck of it while you're at home thinkin' you need her
Police pull me over, I can see they lights
I ain't worried bout it cause I know my rights
I ain't finna run, I'mma stay and fight
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
n*gga been a soldier all my life
Scarred up, see all my stripes
Rappers sellin' they soul for the money
Manifested this, you can't take it from me
Hundred n*ggas in the lobby going dummy
(ULT! ULT! ULT! ULT!)
And a n*gga been a soldier all my life
Scarred up, see all my stripes
(ULT! ULT! ULT! ULT!)
And I manifested this, you can't take it from me
Hundred n*ggas in the lobby going dummy

[Verse 2: J.K. the Reaper]
Double vested, take your sights out of adolescence
I'm from Carolina, where the network
I make an hour drive just to send a message like I'm textin' b*tches
But them catfishes got me feelin' different
f*ck n*ggas got me feelin' different
In another dimension, I'm rollin' off vices
I feel like I'm not from this earth, yeah
Suicidal, vital, f*ck your idol, I don't know what I did to be birthed
But I'm here in this b*tch, I put a spear in this b*tch
You n*ggas are spirited sh*t, that's why I'm more spirit in this
Family waitin' on me, brothers waitin' on me, n*ggas hatin' on me
b*tches waitin' on me but they won't f*ck on the low, yeah
Cops plottin' on me, Ross signin' on me, n*ggas gon' f*ck up the flow, yeah
Tryna spot like a hot spot, when the Wi-Fi get gone, yeah
New crib like a morgue, dead bodies like a funeral home
I don't know what to know, I don't know what the f*ck
All of you n*ggas beyond, yeah
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
(ULT! ULT! ULT! ULT!)
And a n*gga been a soldier all my life
Scarred up, see all my stripes
(ULT! ULT! ULT! ULT!)
And I manifested this, you can't take it from me
Hundred n*ggas in the lobby going dummy