Yo, kdk you wanna step to me, you better check your stats, Claimin' you the king, but you ain't got the facts, Talkin' b

Yo, kdk you wanna step to me, you better check your stats, Claimin' you the king, but you ain't got the facts, Talkin' big game, but your skills are whack, I’m the heavyweight champ, you just a featherweight hack. You’re spittin’ empty bars, man, your flow’s a disaster, I’m the real deal, you just a cheap imposter, Tryna throw shade, but I’m the sun in this scene, While you’re stuck in the dark, living out a bad dream. I’m the architect, building rhymes from the ground, You’re lost in the noise, can’t even make a sound, Step back little boy, you don’t want this clash, I’m the storm comin’ in, ready to make a splash. You think you got heat? Nah, you barely a spark, I’m the light in the booth, you just a shot in the dark, So pack up your pride, time to face the truth, This diss track’s a lesson, and I’m the living proof. Ps stop coming at me nigga if you know what's good