Yo, Ecem, you think you’re slick, but let’s break it down, Cousin in the game, but you wear that fake crown, Talkin’ big

Yo, Ecem, you think you’re slick, but let’s break it down, Cousin in the game, but you wear that fake crown, Talkin’ big, but you never step in the ring, I’m the heavyweight champ, you just a little fling. Claim you got bars, but they barely even rhyme, I’m spittin’ fire, while you struggle every time, You say you’re fly, but I’m soaring like a jet, Your verses outdated, like a VHS cassette. You flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but it’s all just a show, I’m the real deal, while you’re stuck in slow-mo, Got the skills to thrill, while you just chill on the side, Ecem, step it up, or just take a ride. You’re lost in the shadows, I’m the one in the light, This diss ain’t hate, just a lyrical insight, So take a seat, cousin, it’s time to reflect, In this rap game, I’m the one you respect.