I'm coming at you hard, Mr. A, you better listen up I'm spitting fire, dropping bombs, ain't no way you can duck You think you're tough, but I see right through your facade You're just a fake, a phony, a fraud, you ain't that hard I'm the king of this game, you're just a wannabe You try to step to me, but you can't compete with my pedigree I'm the real deal, the one they all admire You're just a pretender, a liar, you're playing with fire I'm on top of the world, you're stuck at the bottom You try to come at me, but you know you ain't got 'em I'm the master of this rap game, you're just a follower You can try to diss me, but you'll never be a baller So step back, Mr. A, and know your place I'm the one with the talent, the style, the grace You can try to bring me down, but you'll never succeed I'm the king of this rap game, and that's all you need to heed.