Yo, Chris, you think you got the clout, But your weak ass tracks, bro, they’re all about? You flexin’ like a king, but you ain't the truth, While I’m spittin’ fire, you just lyin’, uncouth. Look at your cash flow, it’s a damn drought, Wonder why you broke? I’m the Exclusive, no doubt. You out here trippin’, lookin’ like a fool, With a face beat down like Frank Ocean in the school. You be claimin’ you the best, but we all see, You get no women 'cause you always violate, G. Your game’s so weak, can’t even play the field, While my vibe's so hot, watch your whole shit yield. I’m the king of this jungle, you just a cat, Can’t handle my heat, better fall the fuck back. You talkin’ big, man, but it’s just a front, I’m the real deal, you a certified runt. You’re loyal to a fault, I'm royalty, bruh, Runnin’ this shit while you just stutter and stutter. I don’t need a crew, I’m a one-man army, While your whole squad’s just lookin’ hella barmy. So step back, Chris, don’t get caught in the fire, You’re washed up, dying, I’m takin’ this higher. This diss track’s a hit, it’s a lyrical shank, While you sink like a ship, I’m the don with the rank. So remember this diss when you wake from your dreams, You’re loyalty? Please, I’m the king of these schemes. Keep playin’ with me, you’ll drown in your doubt, While I’m raisin’ the stakes, I’m what this game's about.