lilpanda-Wannabe Gangsters
[Verse 1: Lil Panda] Yo, I see these wannabe gangsters with their paper-thin threats, Talkin’ ‘bout racks, but they can’t pay off their debts. Flexin’ fake gold, man, that ain’t even shine, While I’m droppin’ bars worth more than your life combined. You’re a thug online, cappin’ in your captions, But face-to-face? Homie, you ain’t about that action. Talkin’ 'bout the trap, but you ain’t seen a corner, Only bricks you flip are Legos—ya fraud performers! Your posse’s all rented, your chains are too, You got a lease on your life, who you tryna fool? Callin’ yourself a boss while you Uber to the studio, I’m takin’ over now—this is my portfolio. [Chorus: Lil Panda] Wannabe gangsters, posin’ in the mirror, Your fake tough act couldn’t be any clearer. I’m the realest in the game, the one they envy, While you clowns front hard, but you ain’t got a penny! [Verse 2: Lil Panda] Yo, they rap about Glocks, but they ain’t shot none, Last time you saw a nine, it was a toy gun. Yellin’ “gang gang!” but your squad’s just actors, Straight outta Drama Club—wannabe factors. You a Netflix thug, streamin’ fake street cred, Your bars ain’t bullets, they blanks in your head. I’m the truth incarnate, no gimmicks, no tricks, While you playin’ dress-up with your counterfeit kicks. You claim to flip packs, but your mom packs your lunch, You ain't movin’ weight unless it’s Captain Crunch. Got your fake Scarface poster on the wall, But in reality, you’re more like Steve Urkel at the mall. Wannabe gangsters, posin’ in the mirror, Your fake tough act couldn’t be any clearer. I’m the realest in the game, the one they envy, While you clowns front hard, but you ain’t got a penny! Y’all playin’ gangster like it’s dress rehearsal, But I’ll roast you so hard, your crew’ll turn commercial. This ain’t a playground, I’m droppin’ real lessons, Every verse a bullet, every bar’s a confession. You talk street life, but you don’t know the grind, Never struggled for a meal, never fought for a dime. You just keyboard warriors with emoji wars, While I’m stackin’ my respect, breaking down the doors. Yo, I’m callin’ names out, yeah, I’m pointin’ the finger, Your career’s on the edge, and I’m pullin’ the trigger. Fake tattoos, fake views, fake interviews, Everything about you screams, “I’m confused!” Lil Panda’s on a mission, exposin’ these clowns, With their rented Lambos andgeneric rap sounds. I’m a heavyweight champ, you’re a feather in the breeze, I eat beats, spit flames, you just beg on your knees. So pack up your dreams, ‘causethis game ain’t for fakes, It’s for hustlers, real rhymers, those who know what’s at stake. Lil Panda’s the future, the present, the truth, You think you’re a dragon? Boy, you’re barely a lizard, My rhymes cold as snow, and yours are lukewarm blizzards. You a feature fiend, beggin’ for the scraps to appear, I don’t need a guest verse, I’m the star of the year. I don’t follow trends; trends follow my claws, Wipe you clean off the map like I’m rewriting laws. ammunition sing. Y’all cap so much, should work in a hat store, I’m the predator, you the prey—I’m out for more. The industry’s soft, I’m the iron in the cloth, I’ll roast these wannabes until they call it a loss. Got my stripes in this game like Adidas on my sleeve, Y’all just temporary, like autumn leaves
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[Verse 1: Lil Panda] Yo, I see these wannabe gangsters with their paper-thin threats, Talkin’ ‘bout racks, but they can’t pay off their debts. Flexin’ fake gold, man, that ain’t even shine, While I’m droppin’ bars worth more than your life combined. You’re a thug online, cappin’ in your captions, But face-to-face? Homie, you ain’t about that action. Talkin’ 'bout the trap, but you ain’t seen a corner, Only bricks you flip are Legos—ya fraud performers! Your posse’s all rented, your chains are too, You got a lease on your life, who you tryna fool? Callin’ yourself a boss while you Uber to the studio, I’m takin’ over now—this is my portfolio. [Chorus: Lil Panda] Wannabe gangsters, posin’ in the mirror, Your fake tough act couldn’t be any clearer. I’m the realest in the game, the one they envy, While you clowns front hard, but you ain’t got a penny! [Verse 2: Lil Panda] Yo, they rap about Glocks, but they ain’t shot none, Last time you saw a nine, it was a toy gun. Yellin’ “gang gang!” but your squad’s just actors, Straight outta Drama Club—wannabe factors. You a Netflix thug, streamin’ fake street cred, Your bars ain’t bullets, they blanks in your head. I’m the truth incarnate, no gimmicks, no tricks, While you playin’ dress-up with your counterfeit kicks. You claim to flip packs, but your mom packs your lunch, You ain't movin’ weight unless it’s Captain Crunch. Got your fake Scarface poster on the wall, But in reality, you’re more like Steve Urkel at the mall. Wannabe gangsters, posin’ in the mirror, Your fake tough act couldn’t be any clearer. I’m the realest in the game, the one they envy, While you clowns front hard, but you ain’t got a penny! Y’all playin’ gangster like it’s dress rehearsal, But I’ll roast you so hard, your crew’ll turn commercial. This ain’t a playground, I’m droppin’ real lessons, Every verse a bullet, every bar’s a confession. You talk street life, but you don’t know the grind, Never struggled for a meal, never fought for a dime. You just keyboard warriors with emoji wars, While I’m stackin’ my respect, breaking down the doors. Yo, I’m callin’ names out, yeah, I’m pointin’ the finger, Your career’s on the edge, and I’m pullin’ the trigger. Fake tattoos, fake views, fake interviews, Everything about you screams, “I’m confused!” Lil Panda’s on a mission, exposin’ these clowns, With their rented Lambos andgeneric rap sounds. I’m a heavyweight champ, you’re a feather in the breeze, I eat beats, spit flames, you just beg on your knees. So pack up your dreams, ‘causethis game ain’t for fakes, It’s for hustlers, real rhymers, those who know what’s at stake. Lil Panda’s the future, the present, the truth, You think you’re a dragon? Boy, you’re barely a lizard, My rhymes cold as snow, and yours are lukewarm blizzards. You a feature fiend, beggin’ for the scraps to appear, I don’t need a guest verse, I’m the star of the year. I don’t follow trends; trends follow my claws, Wipe you clean off the map like I’m rewriting laws. ammunition sing. Y’all cap so much, should work in a hat store, I’m the predator, you the prey—I’m out for more. The industry’s soft, I’m the iron in the cloth, I’ll roast these wannabes until they call it a loss. Got my stripes in this game like Adidas on my sleeve, Y’all just temporary, like autumn leaves
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