diss track on Eddie

Yo, Eddie, what’s the deal? You grindin' all day, Stackin’ shelves at that grocery, but you’re slippin' away, Always clockin' hours, man, you lost in the grind, But your boys are out here, feelin' left behind. You say you’re hustlin’, but what’s the endgame? Two cents an hour, bro, it’s a damn shame, While you’re baggin’ we’re out here alive, Livin’ for the moment , while you barely survive. Shelf life expired, bro, you’re losin’ your spark, In that fluorescent glow, man, it’s feelin’ so dark, You think you’re makin’ moves, but you’re just stuck in line, While I’m spittin’ these bars, you’re just countin’ the dimes. Got dreams in your pocket, but you’re stuck in that lane, Trading time for a paycheck, it’s driving us insane, We used to kick it hard, now it’s all just a blur, You’re lost in the hustle, man, you gotta deter. So look in the mirror, see who you’ve become, A slave to the grind, while your real life is numb, Eddie, we miss you, don’t you see what’s at stake? You’re workin’ yourself to death, man, for crumbs and a break. Yo, Eddie let’s set it straight, You claim you’re busy, but I see through the fake. Always on your grind, but where’s the time for the game? You ghostin’ all my calls, man, it’s driving me insane. You say you’re on the hustle, but I’m calling your bluff, When it’s time to squad up, you just can’t get enough. Got the controller in my hand, but you’re MIA, While I’m moving up, you’re just fading away. This ain’t just a hobby, it’s a way of life, But you treat it like a phase, like a kid with a knife. You’re missing out on wins, man, I hope you can see, You’re losing friends and fun, while you’re chasing that money. So step up to the plate, don’t rot like rust, Or I’m dropping this mic, man, it’s a must. I’m tired of the excuses, tired of the lies, If you’re too busy to hang, then it’s time to say goodbye.