作曲 : Bradley Michael Couture Chorus Got you against the ropes Raising my fist up to show the world Got you against the ropes Forcing you into a fourth quarter choke Got you against the ropes You seeing my belt made of gold? Got you against the ropes You got no claim to my throne Verse 1 Yeah we both know that they calling me king You’re gonna hear them all shouting my name Whenever you hear that final bell ring You got no say in this place that I’m in No claim can be staked here, can’t even come near Everyone knows that you’re hitting the floor Just the first round, roars from the crowd Face to the mat cause my chorus is loud Chorus Got you against the ropes Raising my fist up to show the world Got you against the ropes Forcing you into a fourth quarter choke Got you against the ropes You seeing my belt made of gold? Got you against the ropes You got no claim to my throne Bridge Your eyes rolling back? You ready to tap? Send out the message That I am the bestest I sting like a wasp, I’m topping my list my stare is so cold your body just froze Blood in your mouth, eyes on my crown Don’t you forget I’m the king of the round Chorus Got you against the ropes Raising my fist up to show the world Got you against the ropes Forcing you into a fourth quarter choke Got you against the ropes You seeing my belt made of gold? Got you against the ropes You got no claim to my throne Got you against the ropes Hitting so hard that it’s murder I wrote Got you against the ropes Forget TB12 because I am the GOAT Outro Got you against the ropes Got you against the ropes Got you against the ropes You got no claim to my throne编辑于2024/02/12更新