diss track

Title: "Crownless Kings" (Verse 1) Ayo, these rappers out here think they got the crown, But they mumblin’ words, just a joke in the town. Flashin’ fake gold, but their bars are weak, Talkin' 'bout struggle, but they ain't seen the street. I’m out here grindin’, I’m breakin' the mold, While they postin' fake flexes, just sellin’ their soul. Catch ‘em on the track, but they ain't got no heat, Runnin' with the trends like a sheep in the beat. (Chorus) You ain’t no king, just a clown in disguise, All that fake talk, I can see through your lies. You flexin' your chains, but your bars don’t sting, I’m takin’ the throne while you stay with no wings. Crownless kings, just a bunch of pretenders, Actin’ like they real, but they fakin' the agenda. I’m here to expose what they don’t want to hear, All these wack rappers, I’m steppin' in clear. (Verse 2) They all sound the same, just a copy and paste, Runnin' outta ideas, it’s all in bad taste. Rap used to be real, now it’s filled with the fake, Tellin’ stories ‘bout money that they never make. I’m out here droppin’ knowledge, they stuck on the grind, They ain’t even listenin’, man, they blind to the signs. Talkin’ ‘bout clout, talkin’ ‘bout fame, But they ain’t got the skills to back up their name. (Chorus) You ain’t no king, just a clown in disguise, All that fake talk, I can see through your lies. You flexin' your chains, but your bars don’t sting, I’m takin’ the throne while you stay with no wings. Crownless kings, just a bunch of pretenders, Actin’ like they real, but they fakin' the agenda. I’m here to expose what they don’t want to hear, All these wack rappers, I’m steppin' in clear. (Bridge) You got a ghostwriter, can’t even write your own, Claimin’ you’re the king, but you sittin’ on a throne of stone. Your flow is trash, your rhymes are weak, Your sound’s all the same, can’t even speak. I'm comin’ for the crown, no fear in my game, While y’all playin’ pretend, I’m out here takin’ aim. (Chorus) You ain’t no king, just a clown in disguise, All that fake talk, I can see through your lies. You flexin' your chains, but your bars don’t sting, I’m takin’ the throne while you stay with no wings. Crownless kings, just a bunch of pretenders, Actin’ like they real, but they fakin' the agenda. I’m here to expose what they don’t want to hear, All these wack rappers, I’m steppin' in clear. (Outro) Yeah, no crown for you, you don’t even reign, Your bars are soft, and your hustle’s in vain. I’m takin’ the game, and I’m doin’ it right, While y’all just out here chasin' the hype.