Mason Diss 2

(Verse 1) Yo, Mason, man, you talk real tough, But step to the table, and you ain’t that rough. Cryin’ ‘bout losses, throwin’ a fit, Man, even Bootsy got more fight than this. (Chorus) Hits the gym, but he stays so slim, Flexin’ on Snap, but he ain’t built in. Wires and pliers, yeah, that’s his game, But when it comes to gains, man, where’s the change? (Verse 2) Electrician? More like a light-weight clown, Tryna lift heavy, but the bar stays down. You twist them wires, you run that line, But when it’s time to show strength? You press decline. (Bridge) Every shot you call, man, you miss the mark, Talkin’ all big, but your stats stay dark. You stay losin’, always mad, Every L you take just makes you sad. (Outro) So keep flippin’ switches, keep dreamin’ big, But no one believes that you’re built like a rig. Next time you talk, man, check that tone, ‘Cause your game, your gains, and your shots? All blown.