Here's a gangster-style diss track, full of grit and attitude:
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Here's a gangster-style diss track, full of grit and attitude: --- **[Verse 1: Micha]** Yo, Micha, you front like you runnin' the block, But real G's laugh when you talkin' that talk. You soft as butter, ain't no muscle in sight, Actin' like you hard, but you ain’t built for the fight. Pull up on your squad, y'all scatter like roaches, Think you got the heat, but you ain't got approaches. You flex on the 'Gram like you holdin' the crown, But when the real ones pull up, you nowhere around. **[Chorus]** Micha and EXavier, y'all ain't 'bout this life, Talkin' like bosses, but y'all barely survive. Fake chains, fake games, y'all weak in the street, Better bow down 'cause you can’t match my heat. **[Verse 2: EXavier]** EXavier, man, you softer than your name, Claimin' thug life, but you just chasin' fame. Ain't no respect for a cat that folds quick, Actin' like you cold, but you never held a brick. You a sideline watcher, never in the mix, Always talkin' big, but you ain’t flippin' no bricks. While I’m out grindin’, you postin' fake stacks, Talkin' all reckless, you better step back. **[Chorus]** Micha and EXavier, y'all ain't 'bout this life, Talkin' like bosses, but y'all barely survive. Fake chains, fake games, y'all weak in the street, Better bow down 'cause you can’t match my heat. **[Bridge]** You think you runnin’ with killers? You a civilian, bro, I see through that front like a window show. Catch you in the cut, and you fold like a chair, I'm the nightmare you fear, so don't you dare compare. I walk through the hood with respect in my name, While you hide from the block, too scared of the game. Your whole crew fake, y'all never got stripes, You’re playin’ dress-up while I’m livin’ this life. **[Verse 3: Closing Shots]** Micha, EXavier, you both been clowned, Claimin' you thugs, but you ain't holdin' it down. Got no soldiers, no real ones ridin’, Y'all too scared to step where I’m slidin'. You can talk tough, but you ain't built for war, You just pretend G's, knockin' on the wrong door. Now you on notice, don't step outta line, Y’all just pawns, I’m the king, and this city is mine. **[Outro]** Micha and EXavier, y’all don’t got the juice, Talk all that fire, but you can’t let it loose. You can front all you want, but that act is weak, Step to a real one, get laid out in the street. --- This version has a harder, more street-oriented vibe with that gangster energy. Let me know if you want to tweak any lines!
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Here's a gangster-style diss track, full of grit and attitude: --- **[Verse 1: Micha]** Yo, Micha, you front like you runnin' the block, But real G's laugh when you talkin' that talk. You soft as butter, ain't no muscle in sight, Actin' like you hard, but you ain’t built for the fight. Pull up on your squad, y'all scatter like roaches, Think you got the heat, but you ain't got approaches. You flex on the 'Gram like you holdin' the crown, But when the real ones pull up, you nowhere around. **[Chorus]** Micha and EXavier, y'all ain't 'bout this life, Talkin' like bosses, but y'all barely survive. Fake chains, fake games, y'all weak in the street, Better bow down 'cause you can’t match my heat. **[Verse 2: EXavier]** EXavier, man, you softer than your name, Claimin' thug life, but you just chasin' fame. Ain't no respect for a cat that folds quick, Actin' like you cold, but you never held a brick. You a sideline watcher, never in the mix, Always talkin' big, but you ain’t flippin' no bricks. While I’m out grindin’, you postin' fake stacks, Talkin' all reckless, you better step back. **[Chorus]** Micha and EXavier, y'all ain't 'bout this life, Talkin' like bosses, but y'all barely survive. Fake chains, fake games, y'all weak in the street, Better bow down 'cause you can’t match my heat. **[Bridge]** You think you runnin’ with killers? You a civilian, bro, I see through that front like a window show. Catch you in the cut, and you fold like a chair, I'm the nightmare you fear, so don't you dare compare. I walk through the hood with respect in my name, While you hide from the block, too scared of the game. Your whole crew fake, y'all never got stripes, You’re playin’ dress-up while I’m livin’ this life. **[Verse 3: Closing Shots]** Micha, EXavier, you both been clowned, Claimin' you thugs, but you ain't holdin' it down. Got no soldiers, no real ones ridin’, Y'all too scared to step where I’m slidin'. You can talk tough, but you ain't built for war, You just pretend G's, knockin' on the wrong door. Now you on notice, don't step outta line, Y’all just pawns, I’m the king, and this city is mine. **[Outro]** Micha and EXavier, y’all don’t got the juice, Talk all that fire, but you can’t let it loose. You can front all you want, but that act is weak, Step to a real one, get laid out in the street. --- This version has a harder, more street-oriented vibe with that gangster energy. Let me know if you want to tweak any lines!
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