Yuh, part 2, yuh, spitting’ some bars! Insulting! Yo, listen up, I got a story to tell, 'Bout a 9-year-old boy who thinks he's doing so well, Spitting in my yard, thinking he's so tough, But I'm 'bout to drop some rhymes that'll call his bluff. You stealing my YouTube ideas, boy, that's low, But I'm 'bout to expose you like a reality show, You think you're clever, but you're just a wannabe, Trying to copycat like you're the next prodigy. You're just a kid, acting all grown, But your rhymes are weak, like they're made of styrofoam, I've been in the game, honing my craft, While you're busy playing, just trying to make people laugh. I'm the real deal, bringing fire with my flow, You're just a little spark, thinking you can steal the show, But I see through your act, it's all smoke and mirrors, You're just a 9-year-old, full of childish errors. So step back, kid, and learn some respect, Before you find yourself in a lyrical wreck, I'm the original, you're just a clone, I'll leave you in the dust, boy, you're overthrown. You spit in my yard, but I'll spit back harder, I'll leave you scarred, your ego shattered, So take a seat, and watch how it's done, You're just a 9-year-old, I'm the chosen one. SUCKA!