Yo, I step on the scene, call it a solar eclipse,

Yo, I step on the scene, call it a solar eclipse, TTG, you ain't ready for this lyrical whip. Claimin' you shine, but your light's just a flicker, While I'm spittin' flames, man, your flame's gettin' thicker. Talkin' big game, but your moves are so basic, Tryna run the streets, but you ain't got the pavement. I'm a veteran, you still playin' in the minors, Droppin' knowledge on you like I’m droppin' these liners. Solar's got a glow, but it's dimmed by the shade, TTG, you a joke, man, your whole crew's a charade. I’m the voice of the struggle, you just echo the hype, In this concrete jungle, I’m the king, you the type. Your bars are weak, like a candle in the storm, While I’m risin' to the top, you just followin' the norm. Streetwise wisdom, I’m the truth in your face, Dissin' on your name, man, you lost in the race.