P Diddy’s grave🪦

Yo, P Diddy, thought you was the king of the scene, But I see through your glamour, man, it’s all just a dream. Fake smiles, fake friends, yeah, you playin’ a role, But behind that shiny suit, I can see your soul. You claim you run the game, but you ain't got the heart, Just a puppet on the strings, man, you fell apart. Got your artists in chains, man, it’s all for the fame, While you cashin’ checks, they just playin’ your game. You talk a big talk, but where’s the real grind? I’m out here makin' moves, while you fallin’ behind. Had your moment in the light, but that’s fading fast, Legends never die, but your shadow’s built to last. You ain’t Pac, you ain’t Big, just a ghost in the mist, Tryna ride the wave, but you can’t handle this twist. So qstep back, Diddy, let the real ones ignite, In this darkened alley, I’m the voice of the night.