(Verse 1)

(Verse 1) Yo, I’m back on the scene, let me set it straight, Foldout, Notti, DD Osama, time to elevate, Claimin' kings in this game, but y’all just pawns, I’m the real deal, while your hype train’s gone. You flexin’ on the 'Gram, but it’s all a facade, Fake smiles, fake love, man, it’s kinda odd, I’m spittin’ truth, while you ride that wave, You’re just a trend, I’m the one they crave. (Verse 2) Notti, you out here chasin’ clout, that’s your fate, But when the music fades, tell me, what’s your weight? DD Osama, you think you run the block? But your bars are soft, like a TikTok clock. Foldout, you foldin’ under pressure, can’t you see? When the real ones come around, you ain’t got the key, I’m the voice of the streets, you just echo the noise, Step back, young blood, let me show you the poise. (Verse 3) I’m crafting legacies, while you’re stuck in the past, This ain’t a race, but I’m built to last, So keep your verses tight, and your ego in check, ‘Cause I’m coming for the throne, show respect, or reflect.