Yeah, step aside, let me talk my talk,

Yeah, step aside, let me talk my talk, I don’t bark for clout, I really walk that walk. You rap about dreams, I live that life, While you rehearsing lines, I sharpen my knife— metaphor, relax, I’m cutting the beat, Every bar I deliver put you under the seat. You chasing attention, I’m chasing respect, You counting your likes, I’m counting my checks. You rap for the moment, I’m built for the long, When the hype dies down, I’m still this strong. You copy your style, yeah, I noticed the clone, I found my own voice when I stood alone. Pressure made diamonds, you cracked in the heat, I turned every loss to a win on repeat. This ain’t hate, it’s skill when I step on the stage, Different levels to this, we not on the same page. So keep your excuses, I’ll keep my crown, They asked who’s the hardest—point when I come around.