--- (Verse 1) Yo, listen up, it's time to address the fake, 1Million, your rhymes, they're a big mistake, Claiming to be a king, but you're just a joker, In the rap game, you're nothing but a poser. Your bars are weak, lacking any heat, Spitting lies and deceit, but I won't retreat, You better take a seat, 'cause I'm about to school ya, In the art of rap, you're just a clueless intruder. (Chorus) One in a million, but you're just a fake, Your rhymes are a joke, ain't that a mistake? I'm the real deal, the true lyricist, In this game of rap, you won't be missed. (Verse 2) Man, I hate you like I’m young. You better never go to cell block one, Bro ima slap you in the face with a morning bun Well at least the mourning will be fun You think you're tough, but you're just a facade, In the arena of rap, you're merely a mirage, Your rhymes are weak, they lack any bite, I'm the real deal, shining in the light. (Verse 3) You claim to be a star, but you're just a faker, Your flow is basic, like a cheap calculator, I'm the mathematician, crafting rhymes with precision, While you're drowning in autotune it's your decision. So step aside, 1Million, it's time to face the truth, Your reign in rap, it's over, you're uncouth, I'll be the one to rise, while you fade into obscurity, In the annals of rap history, you'll just be a mere curiosity. (Outro) So take this diss as a lesson, a reality check, 1Million, you're nothing but a wreck, In the game of rap, only the real survive, And you, my friend, you're just not alive. ---