NO BODY, NO BAG, NO COMING BACK

Yo! Check the mic, one two! (Verse 1) Steppin' up, thinkin' you can try to flex? Nah, fam, you ain't even on my radar screen. Droppin' rhymes, leavin' wreckage and wrecks, Your whole crew lookin' dusty and mean. Got that fire in my soul, ain't no debatin', You're a meme, a joke, a fleeting trend. I'm levitatin', while you stay stagnatin', This ain't a game you can pretend. Think you tough 'cause you got a chain that gleams? That's fool's gold, son, worth less than dirt. Chasin' clout, livin' out faded dreams, While I'm buildin' empires, puttin' in work. Your flow's weak, your lyrics are plain, Like reheated leftovers, cold and stale. Stuck in the mud while I'm ridin' the train, Watchin' you fail, watchin' you bail. (Verse 2) Tryna bite my style, copy my swagger? You lookin' sad, a cheap imitation. I'm the real deal, the lyrical dagger, Delivering pain to your whole nation. Talkin' trash, but your skills are deficient, Like a glitch in the Matrix, a broken code. Your career's endin', it's quite efficient, Headed downhill on a one-way road. Think you can step to me, challenge my reign? Boy, you loco, outta yo' mind. I'm a hurricane, a lyrical rain, Leavin' pretenders far behind. Consider this a verbal assault, A sonic boom that'll shake your core. This ain't a game, this ain't my fault, You opened the door, wanted some more? (Bridge) Remember this warning, etched in your brain, This ain't a comeback, this is a takeover. This ain't a pleasure, this is the pain, You should have known, you were a faker. (Outro) No Body, No Bag, No Coming Back: This isn't just the last track, this is your last warning. Word.