(Verse 1)

(Verse 1) Yo, Sasha, you think you’re a star, but you’re lost in the light, Claiming you’re fly, but your wings ain’t tight, You’re just a shadow, lurking in the dark, Trying to spark, but it’s all just a lark, You’re flexing on the ‘Gram, but it’s all for show, A wannabe queen with a heart made of dough, You’re spitting weak lines, call that a tragedy, I’m the real deal, you just a parody. (Verse 2) You talk big game, but can’t back it up, Filling up your cup with that fake love, what’s up? I’m the architect, building bars like a pro, While you’re out here struggling, trying to steal my flow, You’re lost in the hype, can’t see the truth, I’m the voice of the streets, spitting wisdom from the booth, So step back, Sasha, this ain’t your scene, I’m the rap machine, you just a broken screen.