[Chorus: JR SPECS ]
Late night, putting in the work, cut the lights out
Whole lotta sweat on my shirt, why you looking at me
Like your face don't work, no second, I'm first
If you can't handle that don't step on my turf
Putting in the work, cut the lights out
Whole lotta sweat on my shirt, why you looking at me
Like your face, don't work, no second, I'm first
If you can't handle that don't step on my turf

[Verse 1: JR SPECS ]
You step on my turf then it's war
Like the Warriors and Cavs, call a coroner a cab
It's capital JR, no dots, like hold your fire
And your girl wanna crash, like spitting it through the wire
Tired? Never heard of her
Drop a beat like convertible roofs
Getting tips just for serving the truth
Flow pull up from the logo, I'm sure it'll swoosh
You got a brick like the Colonel in Clue
That's factual, this shit's casual
This shit's actual gas, like some grass
Get you higher than the Bat-signal
Standing on Mars just waiting around on Elon
Your baby's out in public, she got the SPECS tee on
We on, 30-30 while you get your vision straight
Smoke out the ears how you're mad, let it ventilate
I'm not a minute late, right on time
Heard your shit, I'm getting bored, not the Zion kind
[Chorus: JR SPECS & Spose]
Late night, putting in the work, cut the lights out
Whole lotta sweat on my shirt, why you looking at me
Like your face don't work, no second, I'm first
If you can't handle that don't step on my turf
Putting in the work, cut the lights out
Whole lotta sweat on my shirt, why you looking at me
Like your face don't work, no second, I'm first
If you can't handle that-- Spizzy get 'em!

[Verse 2: Spose]
Out the booth when I demonstrate, earn what I learn
Turn puke into lemonade, putting in the work
I know you'd hyperventilate, turf get disturbed and some dudes get disintegrate
Crews to eliminate, look
You can't even disparage the art because I climbed steep lines in my character arc
I can't stop myself, I top myself
I can script it, so I twisted the plot myself
Ooh, I built the city on beats and sweat
Ooh, compete to death, don't complete the quest
I know you dudes is roasted vegetables, as in you're soft
And I'm Spose, I'm mostly testicles, I've been the boss
Bro, I'm pulling back the crossbow
You owe me an Oxbow
Gotta mute your talk show, that don't move my decimals
Doing what I did and how I did it got my visage grizzled
Wizened and bespectacled, when you see me grinding in the--
[Chorus: JR SPECS]
Late night, putting in the work, cut the lights out
Whole lotta sweat on my shirt, why you looking at me
Like your face don't work, no second, I'm first
If you can't handle that don't step on my turf
Putting in the work, cut the lights out
Whole lotta sweat on my shirt, why you looking at me
Like your face don't work, no second, I'm first
If you can't handle that don't step on my turf

[Verse 3: JR SPECS]
Uh, yeah
Every summer the ball would sail over the fence
I was just trying to score like the best of the best
I had one free kick that hit the corner of the frame
And that’s about as close as I came
But I was really winning when I think on it now
I was beaming, looking up at the crowd
When your friends come out to cheer you on, no better feeling
Couldn’t help but notice the shorty that's standing with them
Brown-eyed girl from way back, ooh she made me wanna show off
Sleeping in class, in my dreams we were winning it all
I had the boys running practice in April showers
When they all went home I would stay for hours
Ambition that amounted to shit, we went like 2 and 10
That’s life I guess
We all want to be the man, but we all can’t be
You're only young for so long, just go be free