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Verse 1 You talk big online, but it’s all just noise, Wi-Fi tough guy, no skills, no poise. I don’t need to shout, my results speak loud, You chase clout in a room that’s already proud. You copy every move, still stuck in my shadow, I level up quick, you move stuck on “shallow.” I write one line, it’s a permanent scar, You write whole essays, still don’t go far. Hook This ain’t beef, it’s a mismatch, I’m a highlight reel, you a recap. You swing shots, but they all fall flat, I don’t diss much—but I don’t miss that. Verse 2 You claim you’re next, but next never came, Same old talk, different day, same name. I move with purpose, you move with excuses, I build pressure, you recycle uses. You chase my lane, can’t handle the speed, I plant ideas, you just plant needs. By the time you reply, I already won, Game set match—don’t bother with run. Outro No hate, just facts, let it sit, let it sting, This track ain’t a crown, but I still wear the ring. I walk off calm while you type in rage, That’s the difference between a star and a stage.