(Verse 1)

Yo, step to me, you must be out your mind, I’m the king of this game, you just a pawn in the grind, Got bars like a prison, you can’t escape this rhyme, Tryna climb to my level? You ain't even in your prime. I’m the lyrical assassin, put your name on the list, Every word I spit’s a bullet, man, you’re bound to get hit, You think you’re tough? Nah, you just a shadow in the mist, I’m the storm in the game, you just a flick of the wrist. You’re a wannabe player, but I’m the MVP, Got my eyes on the throne while you’re stuck in the debris, Your rhymes are like a whisper, mine are thunder and heat, I’m a beast in this jungle, you’re just food for the street. I’m the nightmare you dread, the ghost in your dreams, While you’re chasing your shadow, I’m building my schemes, Your flow’s so outdated, like a flip phone it seems, I’m the future of this game, you’re just lost in the memes.