(Intro) Yeah, it's your boy on the track Creating fire in a snap While you fakers frontin' in your fancy studio Talking like you the king, but we all know the truth (Verse 1) I'm the real deal, creating hits in five minutes flat While you waste your time tryna act all that I don't need no fancy equipment or a million takes I just spit my bars, one take, no breaks I'm the mastermind, the creat⁸or, the innovator While you imitators just regurgitate what's popular You can't touch my flow, my style, my finesse I'm in a league of my own, while you still second best (Chorus) I create everything in the RapFame app While you fakers front like you in a trap I beat you to the race, it's all a freestyle I'm the real deal, and you just a pile (Verse 2) You talk shit like you run this game But when it comes down to it, you're just a lame I do it for the love, the passion, the art While you do it for the clout, the money, the chart I don't need no validation from the industry I got the streets, the fans, the real G's So keep talking while I keep creating I'm the king of this rap shit, dominating (Chorus) I create everything in the RapFame app While you fakers front like you in a trap I beat you to the race, it's all a freestyle I'm the real deal, and you just a pile (Outro) So keep talking your shit, while I keep making hits I'll be here, creating fire, while you just sit In your studio, pretending to be something you're not I'm the real deal, and this game, I got locked