diss1

Yo Ray, you think you know me, but you ain't got a clue, Talkin' big behind my back, whatchu tryna do? You built your throne on lies, like a king made of glass, One tap and it shatters, bro, I'm over your class. You act all tough, like you run this place, But I'm the fire in your eyes, I'm the look on your face. I’m the storm that you dread, the ghost that won’t fade, Every time you hear my name, it’s the choice that you made.