the snobs,the basic, and pervs

Verse 1: Yo, they strollin' like they own the block, Smirks on their faces, actin' like they hit the jackpot, But beneath that facade, they just a bitch in the mist, Cowardly basic bitches, they ain't hard to resist. They think they fly, but they just catchin' dust, Claimin' royalty, but they ain't earned that trust, Lookin' down on the grind, but they ain't even in the race, While I'm risin' from the bottom, puttin' haters in their place. Verse 2: You a snitch in disguise, playin' games with your crew, Talkin' big behind backs, but we seein' right through, Ain't no throne for the fake, just a seat at the back, While I’m stackin' these wins, you just stayin' off track. So keep your smirk, I’ll keep my hustle intact, In this jungle of the real, you just a phantom, that’s a fact, ' loud with the truth, While you tiptoe around, scared to face the proof. Yo, it’s the truth I can’t stand, snobs actin' petty, Behind closed doors, they schemin’, always ready, Got their Gucci shades on, thinkin’ they above, But I see through the facade, where’s the real love? your like P Diddy in the corner, secrets stacked like bricks, Throwin' shade on the needy, man, that just makes me sick, You flexin’ with your paper, but your heart’s made of stone, Judgin’ those without it, you ain't never alone. I’m callin’ out the fakes, who’s really down for the grind? You actin' like a king, but you blind, can’t you find? Respect the hustle, every struggle, every need, Just for once, drop the act, let the real ones lead. Ain't no shame in the game, we all got our flaws, Lift each other up, that’s the real cause, So step off your throne, and see the bigger picture, ‘Cause life’s too short for you to be a fixture. or