Yo, Lil Raks, let me school you, Dominic's the name But your rhymes are weak, your flow's just a shame You flex them muscles, tryna act all tough But your words lack substance, man, that's not enough You claim to be black, but where's the soul in your game? Just copying styles, no originality to claim You idolize NLE Choppa, but can't match his skill Your verses are basic, lacking that lyrical thrill So step aside, Lil Raks, let the real ones shine Your weak diss attempts, they're just so benign Dominic's got the talent, he's got the true swag While you're left in the dust, with those rhymes so sad Yo Dominic, Lil Raks is here to spit But your rap game? Man, it's straight up **** You flexing muscles, thinking you're so tough But when it comes to rhymes, you ain't got enough Lil Raks stepping in, black and proud You love NLE Choppa, but let me tell you straight Your rap skills? They're running late Dominic, you claim to be a rap king Muscles don't matter when your bars fall flat Lil Raks gonna show you where it's at So step aside, Dominic, and let me school ya Your weak rhymes, they're nothing but manure I'm the one with the flow, the real rap star You can't touch Lil Raks, you won't get far