Push Ups Lyrics – Spectre

[Intro]
(Whoo Kid)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
I could never be nobody number-one fan
Your first number one I had to put it in your hand
You pussies can’t get booked outside America for nan’
I’m out in Tokyo because I’m big in Japan
I’m the hit maker y’all depend on
Backstage in my city it was friend zone
You won’t ever take no chain off of us
How the fu*k you big stepping with a size seven men’s on?
This the bark with the bite n!gga what’s up?
I know my picture on the wall when y’all cook up
Extortion baby whole career you been shook up
‘Cause Top told you drop and give me fifty like some push-ups huh
Your last one bricked you really not on s*it
They make excuses for you ’cause they hate to see me lit
Pull your contract ’cause we gotta see the split
The way you doing splits b!tch your pants might rip
You better do that motherfu*king show inside the bity
Maroon 5 need a verse you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the Swifties
Top say drop you better drop and give ’em fifty
Pipsqueak pipe down
You ain’t in no big three SZA got you wiped down
Travis got you wiped down Savage got you wiped down
Like your label boy you in the scope right now
And you gon’ feel the aftermath of what I write down
I’m at the top of the mountain so you tight now
Just to have this talk with your ass I had to hike down
Big difference between Mike then and Mike now
What the fu*k is this a 20-v-1 n!gga?
What’s a prince to a king? He a son n!gga
Get more love in the city that you from n!gga
Metro shut your ho-ass up and make some drums n!gga
Yeah I’m the 6ix god I’m the frontrunner
Y’all n!gga manager was Chubbs lil’ blunt runner
Claim the 6ix and you boys ain’t even come from it
And when you boys got rich you had to run from it
Cash blowing Abel bread out here tricking (Out here tricking)
S*it we do for b!tches he doing for n!ggas (What the fu*k?)
Jets whips chains wicked wicked wicked (Wicked wicked)
Spend it like you tryna fu*k boy you tripping boy you tripping
Drizzy Chip ‘n Dale probably got your b!tch Chanel
I just got ’em done boy don’t make me have to chip a nail
Rolling Loud stage y’all were turnt that was slick as hell
S*it’ll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tell
Hugs and kisses man don’t tell me ’bout no switches
I’ll be rocking every fu*king chain I own next visit ayy
I be with some bodyguards like Whitney
Top say drop your little midget-ass better fu*king

[Chorus]
Ayy better drop and give me fifty ayy
Drop and give me fifty drop and give me fifty ayy
N!ggas really got me out here talking like I’m 50 ayy
N!ggas really got me out here rapping what I’m living

[Verse 2]
I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I’m Ricky
Can’t believe he jumping in this n!gga turning fifty
Every song that made it on the chart he got from Drizzy
Spend that lil’ check you got and stay up out my business
N!gga shoutout to the hooper that be busting out the griddy
We know why you mad n!gga I ain’t even tripping
All that lil’ heartbroken Twitter s*it for b!tches
I ain’t even rapping after this I’m way too busy
This for all the top dogs drop and give me fifty drop drop
And that fu*king song y’all got did not start the beef with us
This s*it been brewing in a pot now I’m heating up
I don’t care what Cole think that Dot s*it was weak as fu*k
Champagne tripping he is not fu*king easing up
N!gga calling Top to see if Top wanna piece it up
“Top wanna piece it up? Top wanna piece it up?”
Nah pu*sy now you on your own when you speaking up
You done rolled deep to this it’s not fu*king deep enough
Begging Kai Cenat boy you not fu*king beating us
Numbers-wise I’m out of here you not fu*king creeping up
Money-wise I’m out of here you not fu*king sneaking up
Cornball your show money merch money fee to us
I’ma let you n!ggas work it out because I seen enough
This ain’t even everything I know don’t wake the demon up
This ain’t even everything I know don’t wake the demon up
Drop and give me fifty all you fu*k n!ggas teaming up

[Outro]
What top five you smoking on Kendrick?

Hm hm yeah
Drop drop drop drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag twenty-nine for the thot
Uh I was really really tryna keep it PG

[Verse 1]
In this verse, Spectre exudes confidence and asserts his dominance over his rivals in the rap industry. Here’s a breakdown of the meaning behind each line:

Spectre declares that he could never be a devoted fan of anyone else, implying his own superiority. He claims responsibility for his rivals’ initial success, suggesting he played a crucial role in their rise to fame. Singer taunts his rivals for their inability to secure international bookings, contrasting it with his own popularity in Tokyo. He boasts about his status as a hitmaker, indicating that others in the industry depend on him for success.

Spectre reminisces about his backstage experiences in his city, suggesting he is respected and treated well. He challenges the credibility of his rivals, questioning how they can assert themselves with such limited stature. Singer asserts that his words are backed by action, daring his rivals to confront him. He suggests that his influence is always present, even when his rivals are creating their music.

Spectre accuses his rivals of relying on manipulation and coercion throughout their careers. He references someone named “Top” who seems to have authority over his rivals, instructing them to comply with demands. Singer suggests that his rivals’ recent work has failed to make an impact, diminishing their status. He believes that excuses are made for his rivals because they envy his success. Spectre implies that his rivals’ contracts need to be reevaluated, possibly due to unfair terms. He mocks his rivals’ flexibility, suggesting they bend over backward to please others.

Spectre advises his rivals to stay within their comfort zone, implying they lack the ability to perform elsewhere.

Overall, this verse showcases Spectre’s arrogance, disdain for his rivals, and belief in his own superiority within the rap industry. He presents himself as a dominant force to be reckoned with, unafraid to challenge and criticize those around him.

[Chorus]
The chorus conveys a demand for submission and respect, likening it to the act of dropping and giving fifty push-ups. It also reflects frustration at being forced to adopt a tough persona, feeling pressured to align one’s lyrics with real-life experiences.

[Verse 2]
In this verse, Spectre asserts his dominance and dismisses his rivals’ attempts to challenge him. He boasts about his ability to attract women and mocks a rival for engaging in a dispute at an older age. Spectre accuses another artist of copying songs from Drake, suggesting their lack of originality. He advises his rivals to focus on their own affairs and not interfere with his. Spectre acknowledges and appreciates the support of a basketball player known for their celebratory dance, indicating his widespread recognition and success. He brushes off any negative emotions directed at him and dismisses emotional outbursts on social media. Spectre declares his intention to cease rapping after this verse due to being too busy, implying he has more important matters to attend to. He challenges other prominent figures in the industry, daring them to face him, and mocks attempts to reconcile the conflict, indicating he is not interested in peace. Spectre boasts about his superiority in terms of success and wealth, implying he is far ahead of his rivals, and warns them not to provoke him further.

In the outro, Spectre provocatively questions Kendrick Lamar about his top five list, suggesting a challenge. He then drops repeated lines, possibly indicating a gesture of finality or emphasis. Lastly, he humorously mentions trying to keep things PG (rated “Parental Guidance”) amid the intense context.