No Matchup to Gronk

[Verse 1]
Big spike, whole field shake
White jersey in a red zone cage
Safety backpedal, feel that dread
He pray to the post, I play to the edge
Double team? That’s light work
Run through hits, watch helmets jerk
Four rings heavy on the wrist like cuffs
I retired, still live in they heads, that’s tough
From the huddle to the VIP line
Same energy, same savage mind
Too wild for your lil’ dress code talk
I’m the bouncer, bartender, boss named Gronk
[Chorus]
There’s no matchup to Gronk (nah)
Who you got on the slot? (who?)
Throw it up, that’s a lock (yeah)
Back row turn to a mosh (hey!)
Living life on the edge, don’t front
Every door that I see, I punt
From the club to the Bowl, I stomp
Ain’t no matchup, no matchup to Gronk
[Verse 2]
Throw folks out the club like flags
One hand on your collar, one on my glass
You talk slick, then you learn to fly
Security stare like, “This guy mine” (ha)
Game day, same script, same rage
Break routes like I break off chains
Linebacker think he gon’ jam this frame
He a meme by the end of the game
Confetti in my hair, turf in my teeth
Party on the plane, then party on the beach
You chasing clout, I’m chasing a rush
If it ain’t extreme, it ain’t us
[Chorus]
There’s no matchup to Gronk (nah)
Who you got on the slot? (who?)
Throw it up, that’s a lock (that’s cash)
Back row turn to a mosh (turn up)
Living life on the edge, don’t front
Every door that I see, I punt
From the club to the Bowl, I stomp
Ain’t no matchup, no matchup to Gronk
[Bridge]
Stack rings, stack nights, stack legends
Every hit, every sip, full sendin’
You draw plays, I redraw edges
I’m the line you cross, then regret it (yeah)
[Chorus]
There’s no matchup to Gronk (never)
Who you got on the slot? (who?)
Throw it up, that’s a lock (that’s Gronk)
Back row turn to a mosh (go crazy)
Living life on the edge, don’t front
Every door that I see, I punt
From the club to the Bowl, I stomp
Ain’t no matchup, no matchup to Gronk

rap, Aggressive East Coast trap, heavy distorted 808s and sharp snare cracks, dark brass stabs under male vocals. Verses tight and punchy, hook stadium-sized with gang chants and stacked shouts, brief drop for a halftime-style bridge then slam back into the chorus. Vocal delivery cocky and unhinged, ad-libs tucked wide for a rowdy, mosh-ready mix., hardcore