67 think they that

Step into the shadows, where the real ones dwell, 67 think they tough, but they under a spell, Claimin’ they the kings, but they ain't got no crown, In this dark realm, I’m the one wearin’ the frown. Talkin’ 'bout the streets, but you ain’t seen the pain, Livin’ in a fantasy, caught up in the fame, Your bars like paper, they fold under pressure, I’m cuttin’ through your lies, call me the truth professor. (Verse 2) You think you run the game, but you just a pawn, In this chess match, I’m the knight at dawn, Whispers in the night, got my demons on speed dial, While you chase clout, I’m stackin’ up my green pile. 67, man, you lost in the hype, Your sound’s outdated, like a flip phone type, I’m the shadow in your corner, lurking with intent, When the darkness falls, it’s your time to repent.