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Verse 1Yo, Chris, you think you shine like a diamond,But your ego’s more like fool’s gold, just blinding.Selfish Doepfien, man, you’re a walking contradiction,Claiming you’re the king, but it’s a fiction addiction.You strut around like you run the whole block,But your throne’s just a chair made of paper and rock. ChorusYou’re a firework that fizzled, lost in your haze,While I’m a comet, blazing through the darkest days.You think you’re a legend, but you’re just a mirage,A shadow in the spotlight, a fading collage. Verse 2You’re the chef in a kitchen, but can’t whip up a meal,Serving up empty plates, that’s your big reveal.Every word you spit’s just a hollow balloon,Inflated with hot air, destined to pop soon.You flex on the ‘Gram like you’re living the dream,But behind those filters, it’s a broken regime. ChorusYou’re a firework that fizzled, lost in your haze,While I’m a comet, blazing through the darkest days.You think you’re a legend, but you’re just a mirage,A shadow in the spotlight, a fading collage. BridgeA puppet on strings, you’re dancing for likes,While I’m penning bars that cut sharper than spikes.You’re the punchline of a joke that nobody gets,Just a whisper in the crowd, a life full of regrets. OutroSo swallow your pride, take a seat on this stage,You’re a chapter in my book, just a footnote of rage.Chris, the selfish narrative’s played its last card,In this game of rap, you’re just the discarded shard.
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Verse 1Yo, Chris, you think you shine like a diamond,But your ego’s more like fool’s gold, just blinding.Selfish Doepfien, man, you’re a walking contradiction,Claiming you’re the king, but it’s a fiction addiction.You strut around like you run the whole block,But your throne’s just a chair made of paper and rock. ChorusYou’re a firework that fizzled, lost in your haze,While I’m a comet, blazing through the darkest days.You think you’re a legend, but you’re just a mirage,A shadow in the spotlight, a fading collage. Verse 2You’re the chef in a kitchen, but can’t whip up a meal,Serving up empty plates, that’s your big reveal.Every word you spit’s just a hollow balloon,Inflated with hot air, destined to pop soon.You flex on the ‘Gram like you’re living the dream,But behind those filters, it’s a broken regime. ChorusYou’re a firework that fizzled, lost in your haze,While I’m a comet, blazing through the darkest days.You think you’re a legend, but you’re just a mirage,A shadow in the spotlight, a fading collage. BridgeA puppet on strings, you’re dancing for likes,While I’m penning bars that cut sharper than spikes.You’re the punchline of a joke that nobody gets,Just a whisper in the crowd, a life full of regrets. OutroSo swallow your pride, take a seat on this stage,You’re a chapter in my book, just a footnote of rage.Chris, the selfish narrative’s played its last card,In this game of rap, you’re just the discarded shard.